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you straight in a pink slate room
How's that for know-it-all

Here across, never dissing
For a mobile function and night and time, man of time
However,

side from the south side where the drive bys
Whipping the bricks I'm back with the shit
I'm back with the heat I'm dropping the hits
Niggas are enemies

tell she considered
By the look in my eye when I'm deep in her stomach
She can tell I ain't finna save her
Make you feel good, but I'm not your savior

All I need is ya smile 

So let's go get it poppin 
With a glass of champagne 
By the time we leaving 
You'll be callin out my name 
I'm gonna keep it

I'm pacing around anemic motivation in my room
Just waiting with all I've got
Pen's blistered
Page is unrelieved and begging me to hurt
Easy enough
I

the Christians
Niggas real feminine, run they mouth like a bunch of

Any shot I ever took, I never missed it
Rap game full of niggas, but make room for the missus

to pass the ribs
Keep a trick up my sleeve
And an Ace in the hole
Put my finger in your face and you fold
Like clean clothes in the laundry room in prison

but slightly...

I dart through the living room, firing shots to throw her off.
The light of the city outside as I dive onto the gantry.
I rush down

Seats
Unless you Steven Jackson or meta peace
My pockets blessed touched by a angel I'm on my della rease
Hella cheeks inside of a five level suite
Pick

need me more room
Green hoodie and mask, still on my Doctor Doom
It's over, you're soft like you came from the loom
It's over, you lost, all you heard

came big with a boom,
and the room would sing to 'em too, and my words had sting to 'em too,
way before they did for you, and they shout my name back

burning down these bars
On our way to another show
Leave it all in the rear view
Motel room with a dizzy head
I'm glad the check outs noon
I don't wanna

Do you ever be thinking of your purpose
What's the cost of living, like is it worth it
Hard to be alive when you're surrounded by perfect
I ignored

the face(what)
Your son a fuck up thats fake

Yeah
Alone in a room my beginning
Yeah
My time was ticking
Picked up a mission
All of these artists gone missing...

I was born
Nearly died the day I was born
The night is all I've ever known
Takes me back to the womb
Somewhere secure and enough room
Isolation is my

felt like that was me, I couldn't find a fucking exit
Cause I set the bar high, I couldn't measure to the metrics
So I felt like a failure, falling

I get lost in the Beat
When I'm feeling in defeat
Put the pedal to the medal
When I'm cruisin the streets
Escape the pain of the bars
Pressin up

stiff knock degrees outcha/ heavy metal shit big like its Ilgauskas/ you'll need two hands just to hold it proper/ in a room full of wolves I’ll be

help, so went straight to vaping
Wasn't in the room, so no way of escaping
Let 'em in my space, the emptiness is taken
Not your sis, so how the fuck you

kills under my belt
Set the bar and the bomb
So you can't get close
Even from afar
I can see you through the scope
I got a molotov so it's gonna be

God you gon feel the sorrow easy bag but it's really hard too
Keep your head raised when we bar you opposition bet Ima charge through
Burn up my

I Guess I'm Outta My Mind
I Guess I'm Outta My Mind
I Guess I'm Outta My Mind
Tell Shade room, another rapper on my dinner plate
Been a great, Got

crazy muthafucker who wanna kill muthafuckers by pistol
I work it in ma damn room and publishin' in ma neighborhood
Kid, this is real me, real me

mommy, but I never raise a bitch bro
In the studio, cooking like it's Crisco
Ay, ay, ay, ay, we gotta cut all that for a sec
We done make room on the track