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Leave a knot up in your stomach like some edibles
Vibin' out to the sound of Dilla beats
Climbin' down from a tower build with greed
Man all my loved ones

Angels singing head held high
Kenya making it a holiday
God being proud of His masterpiece
Born a gangster, pro by default
A loving father and a loving

I'm not a fan of all the big crowds And I'm no good at wrapping the gifts
All the cookies and fudge just add on to the pounds
That this holiday

the trees
Pushed along by an autumn breeze
Spend the afternoon cooking up holiday meal,
I can't remember how that feel

CHORUS

It's a movie it's a scene

the switch like a channel, bust shots that'll make all you move cuz I'm emceeing; dropping the hammer
Ya I got a bone to pick, y'all know Ive been called to be

straight by pound
Who are we the loudest in sound, stargazing til I'm lost in the sound
Then I woke up to reality
And realized it was just a dream and it

in front of you girl

When you make that sound woah ohh
Ya keep me runnin back
When I hear the sound of love
Ya keep me runnin back
I don’t care what’s

down

Love the way the choppa get the ringing that's that gun sound
Bowls steady going through the mitten, we don't need no kitchen
Water whipping,

Yeah, hey, it's the start of the machine
Paying for that dream
Here we go
Sora
YAH
Make I take it all round, stare at the ground
Trying to go up

words drive by Los Santos
Pull up to the party with my chain and some J's on
Hittas that I'm with got my back we like 10 strong
Shitters that you brought

Kitchen spitting interlude.mp3
Dock Winters: [00:00:00] we gonna chop some of this shit up

j Alize: [00:00:00] Make this joint sound official. No

Bomb
Before we begin, this musical's tiring
Let's test your speakers
To ensure you're receiving the optimum signal frequency
Testing for sound

At 16 I was in the streets
And I quit the baseball team
By 17 got my mind right, by 18 was on me
At 19 I was reminiscing on all
The shit that I did by 20,

the play
Way it bop, oh my God! Bend the rules, fuck the law
Trust me girl you make the cut. If you didn't, I'd cut the call
I'd cut the-
You on holiday with

The red ribbons are tied around town
And I can't help myself from dancing all around
You'll be here for the holidays
Hands on my waist, put that

Following the falling inside the knots of a net
And then he's honest of his faults and dishonest about his best
And he's surrounded by the bottle
Thats

Tally up holidays, you can't change
But that don't phase me no more
All your best friends sleep on the floor
Back it up, to my space
More foes,

the bridge, I hope by Christmas time I float
Didn't wanna spend this holiday alone
It was nice to carve initials in the snow, while the sun set on the road

will make this count
No love from my city, Nobody's Popular
Except the niggas and the
Bitches I fucked with
Work all day, go into the night shift
Holiday

Couple renovations
Make the money start flipping
Like gymnastics
Now we out here playfully winning
Tax bracket tells you that I'm legally different
Move

tell me how want to chop but you no won work

Say everyday
I just dey pray
Baba biko show me the way
Kam golibe
Make everyday be holiday
For where I dey

Summer Girls

Lyte Funkie Ones

Party Hits: Summer Edition

2013

of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly
When girls stop by
For the summer
For the summer
I like girls that
Wear Abercrombie & Fitch
I'd take

clice. 
Old-school sound, writing lyrics on a tablet. 

Wandering wonderland clice.
High in the Eiffel tower - Paris.
Chillin in the palace,
Harder by

ignore the sound

Sound
Sound
The sound
The sound

Feel the shake
Make or break
Real or fake
Feel the quake
Stay awake
Set a blaze
In a maze
End of days