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Looking so clean girl I want you
VIP suite with a bomb view
Rolling up sticky I call it glue
I'm up in the air like I'm Tom Cruise
FIRST
to this world and you killed him (killed him)
Chronixx now and you looking it
Steven Tones, Steven Tones naw
I gat a lot of things I wanna talk about naw
and day by day it's harder to hide
I know that's not how things should be
I fucking hate this I wish anyone can see
A voice is telling me stop lying
Now I’m high again in block 37
Seeing stranger things anxiety is on 11
Singing strange things keep happening me I’m made metal
It’s a band thing all
a verse?
What's my budget for a burner?
Really tryna let it burst
Mix the Henny with the Henny
Really tryna get home burst
I told my jail niggas, "head high"
I'm only goin' to give (three minutes) out of the six.
Something's wrong ( 3 minutes), I can feel it
Satan is sick. From sucking my dick.
I think
I rise as day breaks
Clouds hide the sun's rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It's
Pulling the string you'll see what it brings
Fell to the floor, got kicked by like 50
People balln before, its the stimmy
You blew it like a dolly, You
Town, in the hot noon hours
There's palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers
Beggars crouching at the gate
Help comes, but it comes too late
By marble
Oughta pop just leave em there
Get knocked out your sneakers yea
And show you how to do this thing
All in ya crib its a search and seizure here
Look we
enough all
Namaste
For awhile
Where they from
You don't do them things
Nelly Nell from the
Villy band aid
Suited up
But it's the outro
Yeah
You know C had
soul risked calamity,
Now he's alone by choice, that's a tough choice.
The present ghost shows Scrooge the boss as a total jerk,
Cratch-it's got no
they're going through
And be compassionate towards theat
When it happens close to you like that thing it's like
That's crazy like that's here
I know about
Private jet I flew that
40K I threw that
A quarter pound, I blew that
It sounds crazy but it ain't nothing to it
She a freak but I already knew it
She
or was it the war
But I never been quite the same
Little white lies like I was there, there, there, there
Come to Tom-Tom's the place to eat
Like it
They got me in a spiritual mindset
And I ain't blind yet
So I'mma spit it till I'm dead
I think smarter because it requires less
I eat wisdom with
the Simpsons
Papa thought he was pimpin
Got whooped by extension cords
Now I buy the things that we couldn’t afford
Its first class whenever we board
I’m
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
It's a global thing
And most things whe you see ah the consequence of sin
But it's good to know that everything is everything
The signs of the time
my father taught me that that Sunday service barely works
Because they don't talk about real things
Ok I get it God wants us to have buildings
But
Caucasian, iPhone, purple weed, redbone
Hood rich, pimp shit, fast money
No slip
Hemp paper, Bob Marley, raw filters
For the tip take this bag it
much or never quite enough
It were cool coz we had the same star sign
Took it slow on a part time thing
Thought I could make your heart mine
Picked me
Saying any damned thing to win a political race
Masturbate
Mental masturbate
Mental masturbate right now
If you don’t know how to do it,
Lyin’ Kristi
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