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Oooh so well we wait
To Melo out the way we spend our days
Forged with fate we find a beautiful face with an empty gaze

I can't help it
I just want

The closest hating, duly noted
Driven by the doubt, it's my chauffeur
Had to wake yall up, some was dozing
Sleepin on the kid like I ain't goated

play your cards right then we always gon win
Turn your back on me that might be your greatest sin
Should audition for that nigga made out of tin
Lost my

Yeah
Tiggity Tin Man flow, heartless
But niggas mindless like a damn scarecrow
These niggas mindless like four youngins singing bout young hoes
I'm

remind me of the existence of
Love
Love
Love
Love

Pink flowers
On the boulevard
As I watched the clouds roll by
With all these distractions
We tend

bewildered
Dripping with blame, sovereignty wilted
Like parenthood just found Marshall law
Tremors ingrained as he was marched out the door
Waiting for his

không một chỗ láo
Rain in my zone, charmed by the cold over million dong
Bang out the road for the night in Sai Gon
Floating the vibe like I ride on my

demons
We spining the block like a remix
Lean on body lean on my feelings
Smoking my ops bitch I'm a demon
10 in a glock fuck what you feeling
Wipe them

shit out
I'm exposing the cracks like a great plumber
Oh my god
Oh my oh my
Got some shit on my chest like a bird flew by
Bout to shit on these hoes like

Took me by the hand and I can't tell you all the rest

It was a fine summer day, we went out walkin'
She held my attention girl just kept on talkin'

Whether being made of tin with no heart 
Or having your thoughts ripped apart like straw 
Or even more a King of the Jungle with no roar
So while you're out

Strong as ten men, Cer Hustle stiff arm them like Tin-men
Not tryna get brained by scarecrows
My brain Ben Franklin, Einstein, I'm Strong Smart
I'll bench

Until then I'll just keep writing more facts! Yo I'm out with That aghhh

Stuck on the  east coast
GC, Queensland
Livin as a fuckin ghost
Like i'm damned

the word out
Lamb da Lamb da
With a bandanna rapped tight
Around the frontal lobe
Should the head explode
I'm in like
Rambo
Ammo
Camo
Crack that code
Shake

Of The Mics
Rid him with the rhythm in these Nikes
Spin him when he's sinning like he tries
Never needed weapons, Fuck A Strap
No Knife
We're gonna write

last, they slow runners
We bad boys like Will and Martin, secret group like Stonecutters
Ya'll know of us, no time for stupid rebuttals
See, when I was

Ion like to share 
I kould rate a bitch 
Just up off her underwear 
And we sellin 2 for 20s errywhere 
I mean 
Dat shi was just this drop 
Next drop za

Gotta watch full of rocks (Aye)
We don't fuck with no opps' (Nope)
If you a sucker you getting schlop (Boo-boop)
Work this shit like a job (Yah)
Got

fiendin' we got the treatment
You best believe it
It's like releasing 4000 killer bees into petite flea nets
No wonder they could not contain our buzz

They're everywhere
Hidden like a pet identity chip
That's not a metaphor
That's just another example of it
They're everywhere
And we don't know what

album actually
If I seen her face when it dropped, knew I made her proud
Looking out the clouds, cloud puff, then I pass around
Yeah we got some vices

Now you've seen other paysite galleries
But none of those girls
Taste like raspberries so if you think we're
Just some obscene cannery
All our cans are

Hey, I gotta ask you something
Am I always in your way?
Like a kid at a dinner party
With too much on his plate
Well, hiding out in the basement

It’s Tlinh on the mic
Bước lên stage trông thật khác biệt ah yeah
Bước vào party nào cũng quẩy nát tiệc
Yeah ta đắt show vì bọn tao khiến the whole