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snort some white
Blunts, guns, out in the sun
I'm too stoned to choke a bitch
Slap a bitch, smack a bitch
Mix heroin with Special K
Stop by Kindergarten

You could be anything you wanna be
Over hills there a dream why don't you watch me
Imma be up there you love me when I have the clout
When I pause

all
If you was made of cake mix then I would gladly lick the bowl

And kiss your moles see Houston we have a problem
I believe I first spotted you in Ma

thought I woulda thought about ya
But I didn't know 
I was fightin' for your love like a general
Now I see ya I don't even wanna get involved
She don't want

(You are now listening to Nghtlab radio)

Look at the time fly
Imma do somethin’ 'bout that
Get off my line
I don’t want none of your slack 
Nothin’

You hear a name in the noise at a party it was somebody you know
Your sister singing for an audience of one on the radio
Call home, call home if you

On the sand we lay our fear to rest
And no longer mourn
I'm enamoured by her innocence
& her mind keeps me warm

If i mix ya body and mind up
With water

late)
I already know just what you've been sayin
Playin' the game just like everybody else is the same
But we don't wanna be another clone
Don't let your

I don't need your remorse (Nah)
See it's part of the course (Yeah)
They don't offer support
Till you backed by some names and your name is on forbes

knows

I’m running on empty
And everything hurts
Dust in the airways and brainwaves and nerves
And I just want answers
To fix damage overdue

I wanna feel

forgotten like an unfamiliar song 
That's playing on the radio no one even knows I just wanna
Be your steady rhythm be your melody of freedom 
Singing loud

women come by the dozen
You suckas can keep it pushin
I'm hot like I'm Steph when he cookin
Put up a shot I ain't look
Nigga I know that's it good
Nigga I

on the radio makes me wanna die
What happened to music having fun and gettin’ high
All these suckas’ out here only do it for a dime
I think y’all just a waste

cathedral
im talking detroit bitch where funerals arnt peaceful
flows is leathal niggas know the deal 
you dont want a mic fight like evander holyfield
i love

Forever

Freddie Fox

Freddie Fox

you the keys to your brand new car

Girl, you don't wanna drive, I buy you a plane
And on the side in black letters print your whole name
Give you love

don't like politics its either hit or a miss
But it is what it is, you gotta know all that shit
They want me left clueless
Don't want me up in the mix
I

a problem how I’m flexing nigga let me know 
I can’t mix pleasure with the business so I let you go
Thought you’d be by my side but I had to let you go 


She

Cocky and a mix of cold blooded
 Hated on by bitch niggas, shit them hoes love it
To ya face they all smiles, Act like yo buddy
Look good on the outside n

a million fans, I'm one
If he had ten fans, I'm still one alright
(Maxii)

Plug called up my phone
He wanna know where I at
Boy I took yo fuckin' drugs

ass on DateLine
And if he want a problem imma put his ass on DateLine
Bobby got it sticking out his back, that's a Glock nine
Everywhere I'm at you know

the hell is grown though
Don't wanna be like anyone else
Whoa
(Let's go)
All these young kids
Tryna get up in the mix
Then they get they tongue twist
Hung by

I got an uncle but he really is my cousin
We on the gulf eating oysters by the dozen
Married to the game, lord u know I love it
Hard times dollar

hold-up!
Minute Maid dirty my Kola
You ain't in Ryot at all
I don't know you at all
I don't got no dogs
I'm gonna kick by myself, I'm in my endzone
I just

worshiping these idols
Sola Shittu, juule

It is a pity
That it took so long for me to do this song
Cause I'm feeling by now 
Too much damage has been done
Bad