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Da Vinci, yeah, my palms are itchin'
I got hooks like Sonny Liston
At times, yes, I question my existence
Tryna find the difference between the facts

a message
Her curves is very precious
My third eye
Stay woke to go by
Palm trees in the breeze
Say peace or hola
I see the moon when I hover
Got me thinking

the
Quiet, lonely nights
Without you right by my side
To retire the test of time is to
Fight through the nights when tired but
Can't quite fall asleep
I can't

Yeah, yeah, part two shout out Flex
Shout out Puff cleveland
Ayy ayy young gunner
Alright Flex, look

Where were you when I was down
I got questions

To show you how much I’m into you
You ask all these questions 
Is this an interview? 
I said don’t worry I’m only half a criminal
And to convince you, I’m

Who is John Doe, that question might pollute you
In loose terms he's a storm chaser
Worms and couscous work up an appetite fora small breakfast

contest is scheduled for one fall
Goldberg from Death Valley, the Undertaker

Brr griselda
Brr

Ayo, over the stoves, rockin' Hugo
Free Sly out the you know

hair is green
Her dress is lavender, it was bought by me
The messy scavenger humiliated when seen
He was looking for her
She was looking for me
Boy was

Sultry

Sixtoo

The Psyche Continuum

Take these lies in the palm of your heart,
They are all that I have, this one box,
That holds my entire life in.
I bring flames of time burn,

an embrace that
Is very disturbingly familiar
He sits on her lap, forward faced
Her right arm fully encompasses his waist
Palm pressed at his breast, for

When seen close I look good in a Peacoat
Palm Trees, Jet Skis, and Speed Boats
My life is a movie that should be TiVo'd
Yo

DIALLO
It's time for a Regime

Hahaha Haaa
This shit just keep me calm at this point
You hear me
Hmm hm
Aye I got a- I got a real question
How the fuck all these hoes got a innie

it's time to ride,
If you're asking, then you're assed out.
cin't no question in my stepping,
For my brothers crash out.
cll we got is each other,
Back

What you said
Ain't matching what ya hands did
Life ain't picture perfect
but it sure is a candid
So over it
Who could even stand it
Fed you open palms

this bitch keep trynna pop it like she missing me
She aint miss me when I was in the penitentiary
As of now all that other shit is history
I start to pop

had to handle business
Please don't judge me by these actions I had to make hard decisions
Hoes and fuck you and set you up I swear these bitches wicked

We'll be blowing trees like the palms on the beach
Holding arms give you charm like I'm Charles on the beach
Your booty's like peach ooh your looking like

me and it's clear you goin though some phases
I try my best not to respond malicious
Trying to make it out the Lex off what my palm has written
Wish I

inside she a mess
She just wanna soak, I turn up the jets
Yeah, Yeah
Don't even sweat
Don't even trip
And don't get pressed
Don't get bit by ya probay'

X
Starin straight into your room
With a pair of brown eyes halfway to Jersey by noon
And the palm trees line the road under that judgmental moon

said
Ain’t matching what ya hands did
Life ain’t picture perfect 
but it sure is a candid
So over it 
Who could even stand it
Fed you open palms
You bit

spirit strong
And when I went and gave that sin Up I felt that I belong
And I am never going back
And my best advice to you is to Remember where you at
You

a house up by the beach so we could chill and watch the sunset
Girl I'm tryna see you undressed
I don't care about ya ex man
Can you please just change

and my mind is starting to race
I start to question if I was meant for this place
But I'll keep on walking just to pass the time
I can't find no reason,