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And now I do the same shit with my mom
It's really only the peaches and cream that I show to her
I can hear her voice in my head
"Did you eat today"
dissing on M now he got a bloody nose
But he was wearing all white, now he got a red shirt on
Should’ve known that’s how life goes
If u ain’t here to stay,
VELCRO
I'm the right guy, the night guy, my charisma I might ply, if you're tight you could try to buy my hospitality. I'll pour white rye, martini
or a head I'll be lacking
But around my head black bagging me he does
Grabbing me by the sack, sacking me up till I'm bound and can't budge
He's hacking off
I'll be lacking
But around my head black bagging me he does
Grabbing me by the sack sacking me up till I'm bound and can't budge
He's hacking off my
of tragedy
Whole lotta my people in poverty
Walk around Head set like my hands are free
And I can still get popped by the damn police
Uh
No place for
again and I feel the same
If you ever get one of a full head of wisdom
Then the game is in you
It's alright (hmmmm)
Guess what? I was asked by me called
of Europe!"
He just shook his head and said,
OLD MAN: Nope!
ADAM: No one will ever leave me again,
To make sure,
Put on the 3 ft. fucking rope-a.
Present-day
But eventually when another leaf come around the friendship we had just leaves
And it's never in control God the author he choose how the story goes
By
set for me, imma make it
Rolling through 430 just to assess all the damages
Rolling through 430 just to reassure the plan again
Tell my mother I love
bags of that white girl and they fat
He called them bbws
I can't waste no opportunity
I was born to be great
You can get lost in thIs awfulest place
your heart on your sleeve, it get rough
I'd love to dream again if I could
Oh, if I could
When it all goes, pray the Lord have my soul
Starstruck as I go
when in class
My white ass was there hardly
Too busy perfecting my craft,
With the fine point sharpie,
Lived between the lines,
Cuz real life was not
Fragile
Fragile, passionate sex
R and I were not the same anymore
To this day, I don't think of her often
Looking through my attic to find you
Texts here
where to start
Her mother was in my employ
(to Mr fairlie)
Your brother recommended her
Recall, she worked here too?
Catherick?
I'm not sure that I
deliveries, no drive thru
You know I'm high when
I'm rolling right by you.
My blunt on my lip, my mind set to dip
A Bag full of trip, and I hope I ain't skip
No
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
Here we go again
Going on 3am
You still out with them
Creepin on me damn
Girl you tearing me apart
Lowkey hitting hard
Damaging my heart, it wasn't
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
get to ice out my fangs
Cause these niggas really ain't loyal
they'll try toy you god knows I don't trust a thing
But now my money white like snortem
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
Throw up ya hands to it
Go head, call 'em pops
Girl what's it gon' take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start
ain't just rhyming
Better listen up clear when I'm hyping
On the road,laying up the white lightning
If a soundboys dead and he calls my name
I roll up
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
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