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They said, Chapo, where you been at, boy, I been low
I been mixin' all my pain with Henny and this hypno
I was loadin' up the bit, wasn't worried

with the combo
All the opps be pussy so it really ain't no competition
Flexing with yo gang but one by one they all gone come up missing
Fireplace

sam
Sam why u dae basement sam
And why u nor go take lift sam

Sam why u dae na base??

Even though we on the low ,we still Put the effort
Rap till Shoq

the reaper

In the darkening puzzle of ferns
Something moves-low-where my spirit yearns
Something yearning from the great beyond
Limbo hums within each fragile

Yuh
Was blinded by much of her beauty
To bag her was my call of duty
My god and Look how she do me always
I took it to simp nigga sad hours
My niggas

gonna be next
No better lovin' you'll find
When you layin' right by my side
Baby keep me all in your mind
When you work, you drive, all the time
That

Red sea
Drained again
Circles on the table marks a confidence back in place
Abstract bliss in equilibrium
Until the table top tilts

Concealed by

something to eat
And I ain't talking bout no pizza rolls, Junior
Catch me out by the pool with my Cartier's on
Talking shit to my bitch on my cellular phone

nigga

Matter fact, I got broke blocked
In a low drop tryna find a knock close by
Need a whole lot On top of that, a lil more
On top of that matter fact
I

Riding the waves, I rhyme to unwind
Unraveling the story of my life, line by line

[Verse 2]
Precision and prowess, my words they weave
Threads

The ebb and flow of life
Is enduring the toughest lows
And the greatest heights
How I dream
In nights serene
At home in love
My days were filled with

on the alarm
I can tell we gonna fuck by how she's starin' in the car, bitch
Like I got home, I got the keys on the shelf
Competition, nigga, I don't see nobody

voice, feeling like Yachty
Take my swag, paste + copy
I'll be on the next by the morning
I'm sorry that I talk quiet
My therapist don't give a fuck about

through the blockade, they were finally saved

Friendly fire, munitions running low
The supplies, they were dropped upon their foe
1918 – the War still

to lose.
And don't ever let the world give you the blues.

But now I'm feeling kinda low, Gotta get back up and go.
Find those reasons I'm alive And let 'em

the slough,
I met with a Farmer's Daughter;
Rosie cheeks, and bonny brow,
Geud faith, made my mouth to water.

Down I vail'd my bonnet low,
Meaning to show my

butterflies.
Shawty is one of a kind
Anytime she by my side
I feel totally alive
I don't even gotta lie
I like her beautiful eyes
She always blowing my mind

All the Chestnut have disappeared
And the forest floor is taken
By invasive grasses used to pack
Porcelain when it was shipped across the Atlantic

feelings
This shit's an antique
So when she asks me why I'm low
I tell her I don't know

I tell 'em that I just don't know yeah
I tell 'em that I just don't

the dial tone
Had to call on the other line
That day it was hot on the iPhone
Undercover plays that pain
Had you ducking low from the five-O
Traffic

Maybe it's foolish, to trust so soon
But with you by my side, I don't feel so out of tune

Life's a symphony, with its highs and its lows
But with you

The morning comes
You're not around
Scenes got faded
Tears hit the ground

Feeling low
I miss you, Y'know
Over and over
Keep on playing our song

lows
But with every note
We escape the shadow
On this journey
Where the wild heart goes

Cause we're the stars
In this midnight sky
Burning bright
As we

lookin' mangled
Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
Yea I'm about to take it slow
Back to the original
Yea I am a traditional
Catch a tiger by the toe
I'm ballin' Bengals