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Nobody actually listening to it.
By now i thought i would be smashing the music,
But i cant keep away man I’m too attached to it.
Fuck it who cares i don’t

even when the lights out man my dogs will never switch ay, b**** my watch has ended by the time I finish this ay, gotta thing for money yea I gotta thing

guess my ways they caught up 
You think this a game, get brought Up 
I stay in my lane it's all trucks 
I been blessed to make it this far so I'm giving

me and my children
And I need the Cherub detailing in the ceiling
U ever think u really get to these heights
She a blood sucker she gave me a mean bite

believe in myself I know I'm going to make it
State it take trips places face it embrace it talents can't be wasted
Two by two of thirty-two's the hook came

or principals know it's deeper than music
I'm on that time just know I'll line you yea
I'm with my slimes I'm with my lines too yea
Stand in the cold you know

I feel
But lately I can't tell if it's real
Too irrational in consequence
Too anxious to get behind the wheel
But I'm so lucky to have my friends

Faux Gucci Girl

Stroke 9

All In

2004

This night is not over yet not everybodys got what they came to get
Swing on by you won't regret if you meet me at my place at three
Neighbors never

looking right back at me, tragedy
Mix it up mix it up
Just run amok with me and then you'll all see
I'm so sick in the fuckin head I might just
Think about

but it think it's funny
Fuck the bitch so good
She like wok I feel it in her tummy
Told the bitch you can't get one up on me
Cuz I ant no dummy

Got

the route and the road I'm on
Can't stand how you so dramatic
Surrounded by people and say that you all alone
No denying, I keep it a stack ain't no argument

get out
Thirty pieces for the shackles
Nah, thirty pieces of silver
Followed by a kiss and then I shivered
Guillotine hang
Head cut off in a big black

And we know you bump the music on lows
And we know that everybody goes

She said that I'm losing track now
But i pull her tracks out
Every single time she

anymore, I finally made a decision
I'm musician
So laugh, while I carry on my mission
And when I finally make it big
You won't get no admission hold on close

By the end of the night
I know i'm alright
By the end of the night
I know i'm alright

Just need a bad bitch like Ashanti
Eating on my head like

Don't get me wrong, this ain't my hobby. 
I'm a victim of the times, you see.

If I'd have been a banker, then I'd be bankin', 
But I studied music. What

This might be the realest shit I’ve ever said
I make music for niggas who tryna get ahead
Seeing red, even blue skies couldn’t calm they head
Still

that's just how it goes
This song is a letter to the old me
Get your head out the gutter
And just listen to your big homies
They just tryna look out cause

the dosage down but still she wasn't stepping down 
She'd get me through my homework and wear off when I'm writing
All the focus gone now this music ain't

Growing Up

Ed Bruce

This Old Hat

2002

Words & Music by
Ed Bruce and Phil O'Donnell


Second day of third grade, Three Oaks Elementary
She sat in the first row, I was all the way across

my love
Shoulda just like told you that I didn't wanna be cuffed
She took a lot of X, now this feelin' is a rush
Gettin' out of my head, now I gotta

to go through it
I put my pain all inside of the music
Really if you say you love me then prove it
Shorty I miss you, I'm sorry I screwed it
I got some

on with your day
Your day, your day, your day
Told myself to get out my head
I'm overthinkin' too much
Told myself I need something new
I needed this so

comin' to lead you by the ear
Watch heads crack
With the force of an earthquake
Magnitude eight on impact
Call me fed tax
You don't really have a choice