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winking advertises your charm

Girl, i love the way you move
Fluid was your pupil learning how to be smooth
You trickle so unfickle through the fortunate

to bite
130 on I-4, nigga never pump the brakes,
nigga how I ain't hood? I was raised by the jakes

Got racks in my pocket, Glock 30 on my ass,
Bad bitches

them how I felt like
Shit was great
I just had to make shit official
But I'm glad that I didn't coz
You came into my life and made it shine
Like I'ma do

we was born out of the class war
grew up in a refugee camp
used by the local company store
shitville, small town racist dump

we're either unemployed

It's so funny how, you was posting fuck shit on the gram
You're all on me now and i got you screaming ouuee baby ahhw

First time we fucked, i swear

talk how i like,
I am what these dudes try to be,
-every time they lie to me,
They bringing these demons straight out of me,
Believe it, don’t sleep

curse you can't reverse just gotta hang tight
How'd I get burnt by the same flame twice

Shit it feel like I'm like the class president
The way I'm used

News persuasions,

Racial segregation, 
A fucked up generation
History written
For a white American
Class ambitions

Getting fed by the Media
Hungry like

Niggas is clones
I'm in a league of my own
I'm in a class by myself
I'm getting schooled at home 

Momma momma said boy them hoes the devil
Don't you

a F tier bitch
You was hating on my name acting like I ain't a kid
You're a loser and its clear
Taking acid
You drink beer
You think you hot shit
Ima

Listen
Yeah
You know what it do
Listen

Hardly intimidated by pressures on me
So if the talk ain't tangible let's end the story
Niggas had to have

1980

Rehab

Graffiti the World [Clean]

2005

as a matter of fact.
She has me twisted just like she did back then,
When the game of gab could be played among friends.

That's all it was about,
And now

hood, I put smack by the beach
Trident nicked me Class A, 'cause them wraps in my reach
Chef a niggas with my shaver I just slapped it in beach
Niggas

haunted by your memory and echo of your laugh
You took my hand and showed me how to see

Ashes, ashes all fall down
I was lost but now I'm found
Merry,

own terms
I was in the grocery store crying
Overwhelmed by choices
I wish I could control every nuance, every thought
I don't really got what it

dey wear go class
I get people wey dey my situation
We dey gather from gang
Dare Biola Ysuf Khalid Maths
Na dem teach me how to chop for market
Way we

shaking 
They play me in the zumba class
Airports collecting boarding pass
Playing out in Amsterdam got coffee by the glass
Dance

I came to dance dance

Spiritual freedom my only hope
The world don't give a fuck, so i'm steady writin' shit
Tryna make it wit the same ones I was in class wit

This love is a drug
The way it affects the run of your blood
Never to snub
But always eventually they do succumb
Overrun, by thoughts that make
You

8
Sit next to me until I'm done
A few rhymes remained in my throat and came on my tongue
It is not forbidden to say how interesting
I know I seldom

Aw, you can't just leave

Not when you're dressed like that

Dressed like what? This is what I always wear

Yeah and it's torture!

How can

Fade

Tor Miller

Surviving the Suburbs

2018

used to hide away from
And I was so caught up
Tryna make it instead
That I cut you off just to get ahead
Scared that you were dragging me
Deeper

flow
Y'all know I-I go
Spitting these flames like I was a psycho
On a bike, with a 45 driving by yo
Kindergarten class, shit come out my ass
With

up in some champion
I was in a cell like a mitochondria
If she like me I’m sorry she’s outta luck
You can tell by my pant leg and sleeve that I don’t