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Embrace the reoccurring scene, where you lay fast asleep at night and dream about the good things in your life.
See the time through distant eye’s,

she buss like a SK
Feel like my cocky bruck,
Me need for do an x-ray
Pussy good, get anything weh you want
Hold couple hundred dollar
Cyatty love weed,

round like emotions, the lessons the universe teach 

The lessons I’m sent here to preach! (yea)

I’m testin the waters with each,

Time that I rhyme when

with my intrigue 
I’d rather bang and smoke louder make moose quietly hey
(You can try and escape if you want to)
But you got traced by one two hey

Cause you won’t get the message
Ain’t much that I’m impressed with
But make a good impression
Gotta keep my head up
But all this weight is heavy

Feel

making me feel neckless 
And my brody keep a weapon good luck if you talking reckless 
All my women on that gay shit 
My niggas on that spray shit 
I know

Yeah
Look
This is not a drill, this is something with some feel
Something that is lacking in a lot of n*ggas still
I been working like I need

heated
Feel like I’m bleeding
With broken ceiling, how I been feeling
But did I mention
Living through sessions
Changed over seasons
Full of good times

time is up
Yeah I know I tried enough
To see me there but why did I
Feel there was a reason was a message
Made me try for life
Life a full circle came

[ VERSE ]
What you do [ So what you do to me ]
I need you by my side All the day all the night
So what you do [ What you do to me ] 
Forget you

and it’s been some months 
Hitting me up when she down to fuck 
Spilling her guts, spilling her guts 
I take my time I don’t need to rush
This is the way

annoyed
Why do we always devalue these black boys?
Why do you mark them as thugs or hood, like nothing in them is good?
Why do we write them off

met 

Im not sure how but you got me good
You make me feel so understood
You get me like no one else has
I know I could trust you with my heart of glass

get the back end 
Invested money im stackin , 
Get double booked by accident, 

Eating good but wont ration it, 
Booking shows and we travellng 
 Livin

I stan big cheese 
His self-made steez 
So what he stiffed a few good eggs that’s them bigly big leagues 
Yes, folks, a yuuuge IQ 
Speak it and it is

by whats between you
It’s all cordial til they strike a chord in you that is dissonant 
To turn a good time into an incident
My mortal instrument can

ain’t stoppin 
I’m coppin all the love drugs I got options
I lockin got the birds comin by the flockin
It’s shocking we ain’t ever runnin outta stock in

times tryna open up 
What if I do then it go wrong 
Been betrayed by my old man
At a young age Taught to stay strong 


This shit is personal 
I Can’t

a real good lover, her traumatic pass prepared her like no other

Suppressed all her pain Da way she heal not the same

Helped unlock untapped emotions now

ain't a thang to me 
Product too good it was made different 
Come and shop with me you gotta pay digits 
She said I hate it here it ain't the same is it
I

No more smiles to compile
Running miles, running tired
I ride to the sky, gettin' high
Thinking why
This time, I'm question what the fuck is inside

the road
Rattling like a box of my brittle young bones
Oh help me help me help me
Help me feel the weight of my feet
On these streets where I'm going
Your

me to slide,
Plays to be made need them done by tonight
Back in the day man my pockets was tight
Now I'm up all a sudden my grip looking right
Woah

an age and realize
It's not about your age
'Cause real life's about the love you gave
When it feels like it's one eternal day in real time
I'ma keep

Gotta