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Looking for some honey now you stung by the bees

The way am Fucking up this beat them go charge me for abuse
I no blame you I blame your mama for the drugs

his head in my fridge
And seal it off w a flick
Humping your leg
Like I'm a dog in heat
Watching mutilations
While I beat my meat
Let me suckle your

lethargy

Here we go and go again
Will it always be the same
Who is gonna win this game
If we lose we're all to blame

Surrounded by a miracle
We're living

Ain't no one to beat it
Your number had to delete it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah I'm fighting my demons, while she's fighting me this evening
She calling me

not the blame
No matter what you'll never feel my pain
I been balling by myself like I'm Dame
Keep it real and I hope I never change
But I'm trapped in

Walk Away Renee

The Left Banke

Highs of the Sixties

1986

chose to hide

Just walk away Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me it cries

Just walk

minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All

you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have

Forget that I’m older
And I’ve drank enough I should call it
My heart beats faster girl I know it’s a warning
But I’ll be home by morning
By morning

up in your face
Ukulele tropic, keeping it molatic
Who debating on, you can not obtain
Tell me who to blame, 22 the name
Back and in the game
Ima leave

Bitch I'm harder than any artist I paint the pictures with my blood aye
Plaster and send it to all my exes I just flip the switch when I get radical

NPCs
Check your toe tags
My plot armor thick like me
But even without it
I'm 'bout it
I'm no casual
I do thangs
I'm one to bring casualties
Don't be in

Stripper Bowl

Migos

Stripper Bowl

ooh)
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Little nigga don't know it get dangerous

Offset!
Make M's by the hour (M, m)
We gon' make him, leave him sour

Yeah
C'mon
Get with the program
The real underground
We keep it grimey kid
We keep it grimey
Slaytanic beats
Like a stabwound to your neck
Pumping

Shine

The Used

Vulnerable

2012

happens by itself
It's my time to burn, my time to shine.
Time to make it for myself.

How long was I buried? couldn't find me, laid to rest, my heart beats

with this army of defeat
Heart on its last beat
I jumped through the same door trying to keep up to him
Having to put pressure on these knife wounds

to back up
You can blame it on your bad luck
But bitch you had none
Fuck whoever doubts it
I've been solid, I stay grounded
I'm so high,  interstellar
I'm

only change if you give me a reason
Stuck on my brain til you show me treason
You was the one to blame and I mean it
I sent you a text you already seen

Yeah real life

Birthdays was the worst day's now we
Sip champagne when we thirsty
And pour it on the models
Ima buy another bottle
Momma told me "go

my life by the quarter a mile
I remember how it was at the start
I would never stop 'til I made you smile
And now that it's not my job
I'm tryna

clout
He put down a lick by shooting his boss in the mouth
Stole his money and hid the body when he covered it
Deep in Forest Park so nobody would

and them wondering
“How'd this doofus get that ass?”
“He's not even fameass”

I'd like to blame it on my dick
But it's probably cause I'm smart and funny
But

you did it by yourself
And yellin' to the mountain tops while you're counting the cash
He ain't cocky, he just never let go of the past
Well I can't say

than perfect (yeah)
Right now I know that I'm not really worth it
If you give me time, I can work on it
Give me some time while I work on it
Losin' your