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Searching for, a brand new place.
This pain to me 
Baby You weren't meant to be 
No

Verse:
You's ah lame nigga
Real snake nigga
Real bum nigga 
On some fuck

cities, same dumb bums, they snuffed on shit 
Suffered plenty, Rose up from it, i Got a new name, dakkson, shit 
Let me get the facts n shit, 
They grimy,

It's Gonna Be Freakin' cwesome! (Clean Version)
Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider

Hey, it's my song...let's sing it!!

It's gonna be freakin' awesome!

the price of a Maybach
I'm tryna give a grandaughter pension

Mention me won't no mention
I'm inspired by the revenge
I get from success
Got a hater stressing

sings crisp
Used to get head by the swing set 

Still coming with it 
cny MF thinking I aint got it
Gotta get it 
Gotta grow 
Gotta empathize 
Read my

Me i was drunk as a pirate
Trying to get back in my zone
Rolling up my last cigarette (rolling up)
On the road i saw a bum
And he was begging me for it

screaming that's that
I got her feening for that
Cutting bleeding for it
Money she need from me huh
Show you why you can't trust yo bitch
Insecure these bum

my phone
I just popped three pills then I made three songs
Bitch, I get money by the hour
Hoe ask where I stay, I told that bitch Tilted Tower
Track

a real one)
I can tell by her hips that she's got it tik tik tik tok like a rocket (uh uh)
I can tell she's a boss but she's fucking with D-Dr.Sauce (yeah)

dumb priors drive-bys in that buick
Low air in front tire
Hood I'm from made us killers
Pussy nigga come try us
Now I know where you been hidin'
So, we

I come from the slums
Where the bums get the crumbs
When the shots rang, you the first to run
Cause see you in the trap
Fiends get you for the work

a track
Pop downers and drink
Lay down and relax just surrounded by rap
Music's the only thing that keeps
Me from losing it
Abusing my body with drugs
Plus

closer
Lamborghini legs the way they go up, ima control her
You think I'm sick the way my hood I throw up, a Westside solider
Feel like a bum by the way

I could of been a bum like them man chilling on the block going halves on draws 
But I'm in love with sauce 
Christian diors when I step in

bothered 
Put in work where I need to I know what my job is 
Fam I'm on job like the station warn be on top 
Tryna be surrounded by bread like a hot hotdog

humble these bums is just tripping like trying to bury the best
That's like y'all failing a open book test  
Wait if you wanna fight I can swear you won't

to hide, suicide thoughts in my mind
Doing me harm, turn a blind eye, fake profile on the outside
I was defined every time, by any word that was spoken over

gon' whoop my ass if I ever let a nigga play me
The values and codes I live by I don't think these niggas get it
These niggas will kill the real and go

fucking breath
You think I wanna be a scumbag?
(Huhhh?)
You think I wanna be a bum?
(Huhhh?)
You think I like how it feels huh?
Your damn right motherfucker

No stylist, we was living like bums
And we the ones that you decided to fuck over
To tell the truth, man, we ain't have enough closure
The world should

They tryna spin the block now, hell nah, mm-mm, you blocked now

I came too far to stop now, I feel too high, can't come down
I see a bunch of BBs, bum

home, 
	The only place I’ve ever known, 
	Back upon this wander road.

She bums another cigarette
And flashes me her dirty water eyes,
And asks how I’m

friends
They talk about energy 
but got jinns 
talking out the Hennessy

God's rejection 
Is your protection 
Tell a bum boy 
To keep it stepping 
For

the type to vote for trump, 
You tryna ride my wave like you was sticking out your thumb, 
And I done witnessed poverty could never be no bum, 
Nope, because