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kid, let's get it heady

If the car moves 写る mirror に知る back number yellow が color
We love trouble ye by Burna ye ye ye like that sweetest trauma
New

expensiver
I mean niggas been crooked but
The bag say defenestrate
Nineteen ellipses lived in my
Memories different from what
I seen just off my mental state

celebrate 

No, I didn’t wanna celebrate 

Then I saw you there 

At that old café, 

There all by yourself 

I could feel your pain 

So I walked in, though

a positive impact
Got friends in the system and a hand full I'll never get back
So I sit back with my six pack and laugh at my all my shit you get pissed

quarts under my pillow
Hoping that Cupid might come swing by
Got tigers eye
Imbedded in my ear lobe
Need opals in my teeth so when I smile it really glows

chips as you can get in a quarter bag of Doritos
B-G, I'm a knockie fan
I'll hit you wit' one of these combinations, have you goin' through

closed doors
Wanna rag on me
Then smile in my face shyt Gucci
Niggs movin loosely
Yea it's back to the loose leaf
Imma keep one rolled up
Like some sushi

Don't check your account in the morning
Or you'll start your day with the sadness
Smile for the camera, wait for the caption
Back to the basement, far

and fall off, even though you were never up this high
But on that note, can you ask your grandad if he got the millions that you sent to his hive
Oh yea, I

killed myself by trying to look up to my cousins
Was in that cell reading mail with my bunkie'
Terrified to go back to the old me
Was trying to prove

now
Fun in the sun we can lay out
I know life's a trip pack your bags now

sleepin
Heat runs in me

I seem dumb in be
Ginning skum i seem to be
Cunts mislead-ed by what they see in me

Huns see the D
Runts see the freak
Some just

It's a small place our town
Not hard to find your way around
No shops no sound
Nothing but leaves on the ground
And an old man in a big house
Been

got me
Feel I’m inside this world alone
But you ain' ready to hear that
8 years old up in the trap
I’m like Mommy what house we at?
She said Son

looking for him
Can I trouble you?
Have you seen a thing?

This fellow right here
white shirt and green eyes?
How could I forget
Such a beautiful smile

Where all that matters is the present

Every day is a journey
So I pack my bags ready for what happens next
I make my travel guide
By formulating the ways

her, spark up the Jone

Shawty in the sky, she's stargazing
I'm lit, I see you wanna take me out
I want a bad bitch, and she dress like a model
You need

cold 
It ́s not like I wish to get old
I ́m so tired of fixing hols
I just hope the wall will hold
What you try I make forget
All the troubles in my head

y'all better pray more
On my downfall, but I stay up in my elevator, eighth floor
Just passed and I'm gonna raise more
Than hell, let alone, more levels

Rollin with my squadron to the crib is where we finna slide 
Beat us or just meet us when we pull up then it's in the sky
12s In the back back

Visceral feeling
All that you need is
A knee in the neck
A gun to the head
To make you regret
Just walking home
Or reach for your phone
Or reach for

(Tried to take my love from you)

Pointing at cars as they roll by
Who knew from riding buses, we'd be trained to be so fly? (Uh)
Landing deep in

In Grace I'm freakish looking with that smile on my face
Detached from the flow of time relative to space
I keep it moving no worries at my own pace

Life.. It'll pull you in all directions
But it's up to you if you go the right way
Constantly contemplating
Steady star gazing
I wish you could see