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on the crutch sliced up the dutch
Fill it with the fruit of your
Labor once it’s ripe enough
I know, brother, time’s are tough
New times same as the old times
OC

Feast up on chinchilla uh
It don’t get no realer
They can't believe I’m not a dealer
Hit the 'noco, get a fill up
Breakin’ kush down in the swisher

Enough money for gas in it
But we won’t compromise our soul
On these mics we hold you can’t deny us
For miles we roll to different locals
To rip it for

friends, that's it
Give me a chain and a car, bitch I'm tryna get rich
And he's tearing tracks up, so they call me Jack Rip
And you think you know Jack, but

passing through
I'm gonna say, "Wait, have you seen the view?"

Wait, have you seen the view?

Can't get any bigger
Better, better
Have you seen

I'm missin' all the times you'd hit my line
Baby you're too fine yeah
I need you by my side yeah
Alright yeah
I'm sorry if I'm not enough
But without

girl, I need ya

Feeling like I'm out of my mind, 'cause I can't get enough
Only one that I give my time, 'cause I got eyes for ya
Might make

Pulling up to Williams Street
There's a girl living near I've been dying to see
Just two nights in the city by the lake
It won't be enough but it

why do they ask
why can’t they see
not enough time has gone by and I'm still not me
they don’t understand
the burden I bear
why were you taken so

your mansion, it’s too full of pets
I hate that I must now get home to my wife
As I can’t deny you’re the great love of my life
 
Put us in the madhouse

the trail is rough
I shiver to the bone because They'll never get enough
The bloodhounds howl in madness,
A choir cry in whipped despair
I hark and hear in

how your way keeps pulling me closer and closer
and all of your ease and charm, i just can't get enough of my cool one 
 
you're just like a song i sing

the words and people be showing up
Like you wasted in the bathroom throwing up
Gang signs lighters and red solo cups and this lifestyle I can't get enough

sittin, grippin, typin, writin bout you
Updating statuses with all my apparatuses
And if that aint enough, I get a little giddy when you get a lil busy with

They serve at counters made of chocolate glass
Perfume lingers as they wander past
Sexy music grabs you by the loins
Feel the magic as she spends

to


Unless you raise them high

Your little white

Your little white flags


Suburban self-demolisher's suicide pact

She can't get close to death unless she

You might mek enough money 
for a packet of cigs, cos
There's a thousand bands for a hundred gigs
Now if you do get a chance to plug and play
There's

The Rooster

Atmosphere

Sad Clown Bad Fall No. 10

2007

to poke holes. 
He walked over, sat in the dialogue and called at Dolores like some kind of dog (hey girl come here)
She can't believe it, she's done, she's

Summer Song

Atmosphere

Wish You Were Here: Love Songs for New York

2002

and stare at the space
For the flesh that you gave just to get a taste
It goes... nothing comes close
Scream of the smile and choke boy choke

Passion

U Ballin

Slim Thug

1st Round Draft Picks

2003

Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,

and hit with my hands
Stop with the chaos
I've cause enough in this lifetime
All I got comprehend I need a life line
I'm not the same boy from 99 turning 5

a cop, he had a family
He didn't know her
Didn't know, didn't know, didn't know

Intrusive thoughts run through my mind
When I'm out alone, hands by my

Pink Lemonade

Watsky

X Infinity

2016

baby please pass that J

How do you make pink lemonade?
(Pink lemons)
How do you make pink lemonade?
(Pink lemons)
Is it real? (Yeah)
Is it real?

Whatever, Whenever

Arsonists

Date of Birth

2001

[Chorus: Arsonists]
Whether eyes closed or blind fold (HANDS TIED)
Who's man enough to brawl and roll (LET'S RIDE)
That's how it's done, you can run