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As infants and children we would ride in cars with
No seat belts, airbags
None of these things at all

Riding in the back of a pickup truck
Was

life 
Suppose I should've known
I'm fine on my own 
Still, I find it hard to leave this at "goodbye" 

We carved our separate lives out 
It's a big

And I want all the kids to own business
We been working since kids anyway and Shìt
I was built for this born for this made for this
I seen fifty

as this ever before

They say that every man's passing is his own
But it's everybody else that's left has gotta bury the bones
Two things sure in this life,

trails 
cdventure lands 
Down in a hole 
cnd It's caving in 
Blustery autumn nights 
Your touch is all I like 

I cin't on what they on 
I'm on my own dick

Like an OG, when you nothin', you a nada, you don't even own a single thing, no product
Next time you call me broke, look at your wallet, nothing

Mario
Rainbow Road
And play with shrooms like I'm Toad
Nah you don't do you own thing, you just follow what you told
Could not be me
I been steppin I been

The Maguire Song

Murs

F' Real

1997

to see this nigga everyday up at the school 
I mean dude was cool type of fool 
who always said what he meant 
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by

came

I loved you more than ever
More than my own life
The best part of me I gave you
It was sacrifice
When you broke
Your word that night

I only gave

degraded, they are dying while trying to learn
I pity the fools in those city schools Mom works two jobs to earn
Don't, own it, stay, paying the rent, Section

No love for a broke boy
No love for a broke boy
No love for a broke boy

Eyes wet like pussy wey dem Dey finger,,
Niggas doin crime just to be titled

a Scorpio
If you know, you know
We just be doin our own things
She hit me up when she lonely
Look, now I'm getting a call late
Ah damn!
I ain't finna go, Nah

Animal

Roshelle

What U Do to Me

2016

Beach, drunk, in my under-alls
Playin' underwear volleyball with your broad
I ain't bothered by you're triple D's, not at all
Let me hold 'em up for ya

She told me, Sean, just go so your own thing and make music more
You see I'm in love with that, you knowing every day Ill be routing yours, 
But I'm

there's better things out there, 
But you're my everything

The one I'm still alive for
The one I won't lose
That's why I'll do anything
Just to hold you

my cake up in the mornin' while they yawnin' 
'Til the bank account is straight up, mm-mm-mm
See, I've been doin' most of this shit here just by

I’m thinking routes 

Blue strips 100’s and some 50’s
Say a bag waiting 
Come and get me 
My niggas With me 
And I ain’t got to tell ‘em nevermind
Just

shot today

Now Janice was born in the fifties
And she knows a thing or two
As a kid she would play
In the trash everyday
She's got immunities out

or half the fifty chiefs :
tribe frozen into three camps : one
Lawyer : yes to the treaty : his land
not less : two Eagle from the Light :
war against

gassing it
Giving side eyes to them niggas who be playin' with you
You could always hold your own, that's the thing
About you, make them say
Oh, oh, oh, oh,

struggle by
Champagne and sweet things
While the boys are drunk and hungover
And start again

A disco in an old car park
The music blaring
The DJ lost in his

Rather Be Hated

Lower Class Brats

Plot Sickens

2000

been ridiculed and criticized
For doin things our own way
But we won't back down we'll stand strong
So get the fuck outta my way

'cause we live and we

at last
Lock the door and run the bath
I was doin' some good, I was keepin' clean
Kept my head up above your intimacy
Unsteadily your putrid ooze will

Throw It Away

360

Falling & Flying

2011

Hey yo, money makes the world go 'round, we know that
Is it gonna change your life if you own that?
Is it gonna have you high in the sky where