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a Versace consumer
Yellow tape and red lines
It's all by design
For us not to be
Versace consumers
They kill my people and my vibe
I just want to be alive

Goin' in
Drop a track like in a day
All my friends
Got lost they can't find the way
I got fam
This who I surround by me
Aye
You ain't down my way
You

Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In

on soaken wet sands

An old abandoned barn caged by old abandoned cars
The untrained strokes of a child's fridge art
Beauty enhanced by hands unafraid of dirt

are all sorted
Growing up was the shortest
My dad was a hoarder
Now he lives by the boarder
Used to collect quarters
In his head there are mortars
Used

I guess I got shut down
Cancelled by the global elite
Denounced by some woke clown
Or clique
There's a defector - who reveals
That fridge door seals

Inside a department store
Where no one looked before they locked the door
So I'm waiting overnight
Consumed by love, just starving for the lightning
This

diss dem dead
Live binds stuck inna head
Mek one drive by dem fled
Pussy shoulda gaw dem bed
Bwoy bat wi fly weh like frisbee
Yo ah wah do some john crow

Yo I'm classic, in the crib with the iTunes blasting
Incense lit by the key lime cactus
Floors stay swept and the fridge stay packed
Kid cooking up

Nothing in the fridge 
Had to get full off a bowl ice

Never go against the grain 
Cause we never had no rice

If the light went out the whole house had

Blackout on the couch, it's a first and then I wake up
To remember you and the way we made out
On the fridge for an audience
Fingers sliding down

Is there any beer left in the fridge?
Oh we're out, oh ok
She's so fine
Yew!
So many girls in this big bad world
But the only one that's on my mind

the map like alchemists 
clways stay lit we can't resist 

Tombstones of white down brick by brick
Can't feel my legs my girls to thick

No loans take what

Lady, let me tell you why
I can't live my life
Without you (Oh, baby)
Must be blind by the way that I shine
In the sunlight looking at you in

less draining than staying in with the wife
Ammirite lads?

Dossing 'round Dalston
Stinking of vintage
I'm yesterday's sausage
Surrounded by kids

what we're yelling about (hey!)
We gotta live it, gotta do it, it's our choosing
Right by the lakeside, we started our own movement
A solid group

So she packed up her things, she was leaving
Said it was for good this time too

Left me leaning on the fridge by the skin of my teeth
With a bottle

yea
Donny he was in the streets cause momma she was of the c
Fridge ain't have none to eat, so all he knew was use his feet
Trapping with da foes

It's me and Hurley, fixing the fridge in a double dorm
I'm new to all this, but

If we don't repair it by tomorrow
We'll have to cook it all
And hope

heart every night

I want your faith in my heart
Every single night
You don't have to fight
Theres no darkness
With you by my side

Laying in our room
Ive

Proof no less than 60 percent
Drinking by the bottle
Proof is laying up on my fridge
Note to myself, I'm that motherfucking guy
I'm that motherfucking guy

'cause I'm going straight to hell
And God knows that it's too late to save myself
Getting older by the day, I can't replace my health
And can't escape

circumstances
No way out for most, well, not for us
No small feet, no small feet
The G and S will find a way out

Night moves blinded by the light of day
In

to stop it


Not defined by my wins or my loses

I am defined by the way that i boss it


Up when i just got myself and my causes


Damn im so lawless