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Lampshade

Kashmir

The Good Life

1999

is when someone you trust cuts a smile in your face 
Boy had a dog and poor girl had a stroke like an earthquake 
Now dog is a bird 

But there's

do

Gyal dem love me like food
Dem a say mi style smooth
Yuh baby mudda know mi rude (aye)
Dem boy dey ah clown for April fools
My team bullet proof

I learned from the D-Boys
Raised by the Hustlas
Idolize Killas 
and the fear never touches ya
Praise all customers
product quality was 
better then

on the deegan 
Dripped down in a foreign she was beastin 
Time flew by on the low we was creeping
Last time we flew away for the weekend
Cupid shot me in the arm

knock you one by one for the world to see 
With the guns I bought from the drugs I peddle 
'Cos that's what happens when you dance with Devil 

Our house,

to save the world 
I got problems I can't even hash out with my girl 
My phone start ringing and it makes me wanna hurl 
Mr. Bill Collector calling and he

they took that boy Shyheem that's when it all changed
Fucking basic bitches just to get me through my off days
Now I call my girl so she can get me

can't even see us
Smoking all my paychecks
Barely even payed rent
Boy don't test my patience
Your girl love my fragrance
And she love my cadence
All you

doing this for?
You left your friends
And your girl back home
For a shot at the world
But now you're on your own
But you want this right?
This glitz

these other guys only got a few things to say
Pop it and drop it, I’m too high, please don’t stop it
Blastin off like a rocket, James Harden when the shot

charming, he was tall, and I was straight

But then I kissed a lot of girls (I can’t with this—)
I think I rocked his Sigma Chi world, and he
Liked his

The whole fucking world lies!
So don't be too surprised when the clubs full of boys and girls rally up their arms and Throw your limbs inside the dirt

to save the world 
I got problems I can't even hash out with my girl 
My phone start ringing and it makes me wanna hurl 
Mr. Bill Collector calling and he

cause its callin'
I close my eyes and let my mind fly
Visions move so fast its like a drive by
Bro hit my line he said its my time
I got visions of clear

This Boy That Wanted To Meet The World
Topanga, Oh My Topanga 
Can I Make Ya Top Fall Down Like Janga, Im Playin
Mr. Feeny Took My Letter I Was Trying o

I'd love to tune into something out of tune
"Nothing here is new", they say
You'd hate the boys and girls that gave it a whirl
Yeah they're not in

If I'm honest, I was happy with just a little boy
Because the truth is that I never thought I'd be
A brand new dad to any, surprised by all the joy

I'd stay back
That's your world
She slid my DM
I stay up
Until the AM
I won't eat
Until the PM
Had your girl
In the evening
Switch
I'm so slimy
I might

get the ladies
And you did
We fell in love with the same girl and let her into our world
So much fun, three of us then four
We got another dog, a black

whole wide world
Gonna find a golden ticket
Every boy and girl
You gotta buy that Wonka
Like Augustus Gloop
Your dads biting a mic
While he's eating his

Why is there a phone holder in here?
Who writes on their phone?
I-I, I use paper, you know
You know, like the old days
Uh-hmm
We recordin'?
Oh

longer In a world where niggas raping girls. Kill they brother for that crystal pearl. Got our mothers toting pistols damn. If you make it too Christmas

control ya
Got a Rupi Kaur poem on a poster

baby,
you got all the time in the world
children,
gather round
boys & girls
you know you got wings 
& you're

points for being one of your favorite
I made it, instinct, never basic like Kim Basinger
I still run the base, you run the bases
Out of this world