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you feel me?
Covid 19 got us quarantine
Working from home I be making hits
I keep it pristine, I've been sipping tea
This is a throwback Thursday
It got

they'll turn blue (Ugh)
Bob Ross couldn't even slap the devil out of you (Pussy)

My only other alter ego is the boy Clinton (BILL)
Pipin' plenty pipers

controls their lives
Waitin til 25 just to learn how to drive
What you aint got the time? That's lies, that's lies
I'm gettin tired of seein these kids

kingpin story
Shot down in an alley
By Tom, Dick or Harry
It's getting harder to stand it
When you don't know what's happening
'Cause it's getting too scary

I literally got people trying to kill me
It's like its weird shit bro
It's that hate shit like people see you Going somewhere
You know how that Shit

a fish tank
You niggas you be broke you be flexin' you ain't got no bank
Bout to make a movie with yo bitch call me Tom Hanks
On OnlyFans you can't watch

a fish tank
You niggas you be broke you be flexin' you ain't got no bank
Bout to make a movie with yo bitch call me Tom Hanks
On OnlyFans you can't watch

ain't worried about how they feel
I ain't got no chill
I can't live by bread alone, you all about a loaf
Know he cleansed me in his blood, I ain't talking

how far, we always come together
And now you girls grown up, lookin' brilliant as ever
I was raised by women, give my praise to women
So this song's

Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin'
Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
No option if you froze up, always play the offense

Love Story

Billy Vaughn

The Best of Billy Vaughn [Drive]

2005

you and me you and me, baby

We'll have a kid
Or maybe we'll rent one
He's got to be straight
We don't want a bent one
He'll drink his baby brew

to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kids
One minute my nig', the Big Ballin' done got bucked
Big mouth done got shut, it's Doodie I hit em up

[Talking:]

White Privilege, Pt. 2

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

White Privilege II

2016

incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention?
What's the intention?

"Pssst, I totally get it
You're by yourself

Someone show me how to love
I ain't talking bout a fat bitch touch
Tryna give a poor cold kid hugs
I guess it's more than a you and me talk
Put my speakers

feed them
You use to live down the street, but couldn't stop by
Like why didn't you come? Please tell me why?
And why you took her kids to Atlanta to see

I welcome y'all to greatness
You now witnessing a legend
Real nigga shit

Uh, I've seen it all from a crackhead living room
Never get in tune

We're gonna take this, opportunity
To play some old time songs
We got a lap-trap on the off-beat
And a bass drum on the on
Stars over 45, we're gonna

best if you're young and attractive
So trust fund kids to the front of the line
They manifest like rabbits
Out in Calabasas
Take stock of their habits

you got the will then it ain't hard to find a way kid
So face it, live up to your dreams and your goals
Just sign on the dotted line and gimme your soul

of artists and they 'bout to get shit started
Even though the kid alone, could have your shit deported
I see talkin' slick now
I got a million for every

I got homies that would die for me
Spin your block drive by for me
Oh no baby don’t you lie to me 
Oh no shawty don’t you lie to me
Oh no shawty

the mid-west 
Working 9 to 5, swear I almost lost my mind 
Got caught up in retail and almost lost my dream cells
Crazy how the system prevails, You could never

tapping in
Summertime got you feeling Fine 
Hit yo walk to this 

Saturday night the city jumping 
Pull up to the function how You what sipping something

Blues gettin sung, nuggets of wisdom
I got da 2 for da one
Brotha speak softly and carry a gun
Nothin new under the sun
Play with the kid but the kid not