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I was in them trenches rite dere by my lonely I don't trust no nigga
All these niggas phony 
Niggas don't know shit about me
Acting like they know me

Sick dreams, waking me up
Can’t help myself; Can’t make them stop
look out the window, no one in sight
The sun is so warm – outside

Then I turned

checking me
Legends up in heaven be respecting me
We spoke
I say yall did it live
But I did it better cause I did it and I didn’t die
Then I got on the mic

on
Spin it on a CD
All my niggas so bold, they'll take that
Imma make it to the riches, imma bust that
Who the fuck you really know that'll style like me
I

ain't leaving
Until I feel like sleeping
After getting my dick beaten
And eating all that pussy
Because I ain't no rookie
Fucked a bad bitch
And she

goes through my brain but it ain't staying in my mental
0 gb left I got some shit experimental
Never seen again identified all by his fucking dental

I don’t wanna go to work this week
I’ve got a vision for better things
I know I’ll make it there eventually
But for now I’m dreamin
Drove by

Still got that light in my eyes
They switching up I improvise 
Day turn to night 
Staring at the sky
Shooting star just a flight
Make a wish in my

to make you rich
Sacrifice everything now it's come down to this
You're all by yourself, you've lost everyone else
So walk on through that door

passed us by
Was so drunk I thought you're mine

Out of touch, out in space
Exiled from cafuné

Well
Hey do you keep listening to that song about

intercepting tight dresses 
After modeling sessions and parties thrown by Essence

I'd stay up and plan how to make bad impressions 
And front like I knew some

my flow in yo bitch while my wood stroke
Nigga I could tho
Nigga I'll kick a doe
If its a stick em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick

Verse 1
Anything that you could ever want
All you got to do is just call 
My name
And I'll 
Be right 
There

Chorus
Whatever you want
Whatever you

I'm lost in space in an all grey space suit
Made by the Oakland A's hosted on asteroids
Hot box the helmet, getting blasted boy
Bone a martian in

Uh
Yee yee
Bitch what you tryna be?
Nigga don't you make me wheeze
You know you ain't got that greaze
Ok, get busy
All loose like open titties
I hail

Eradicate your freedom away
Who am I to say
That your life is not blessed
Are you living are you breathing your heart beat thumps in your chest
Count your

How could you leave me hanging
Got me in the back of the Uber singing 
Songs about making love and taking drugs
Those shoulda been the games we're

Everybody looking round while she cries
Cold hands in her hands ain't so nice
No more songs from her lifeless eyes
She was her Mom through all the hard times

Pride

No Use for a Name

More Betterness!

1999

straight and standing tall
I refuse to build the wall by adding my own bricks
That separate us all

I'd rather die than be a part of your pride

This

No God

The Germs

Live From the Masque, Vol. 1: Forming [ULG]

1996

I've read every book in the bible story
And all is every brought me was
another worry
Don't want god give me a jury,
See...there's no God to make

Tying my shoe, Took a walk down the avenue
My footprints all over my neighbourhood
Nowhere to go, monday middle of the afternoon 
You got Sunglasses

Chemistry

Jawbreaker

Buy-Product 2: Brief Encounters

1996

just simple math to me. 
Call me your names. 
Make them stick.
I'll laugh until 
I am sick.

Glad that that's all through. 
Got better friends

Put that caution tape around her
She too dangerous
Searching for a homicide
Writing all her killings out
Dead poet
Killing niggas
Mad that I found

this fire
No!
It was a dawning sky flying up high
Twelve-year-old Shake-es-speare let his words fly
Dramatic sounding things all in one song
And add