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a genie
I put you up in a two-door, baby, I took the roof off
And you don't even know it hurt me now that you gone
I ain't tryna be your main nigga (main

right How you bout to get em back, you take a bus
Or a flight I almost put it in the money counter, but

it felt light All my fault the tune was sticky,

the gears
Of my mind, i only let the facts stay clear

I catch
Butterflies not feelings
But their wings get torn off
By inner demons

Leave it, dont wanna see

Find a way, find a way, find a way, find a way
Find your way back home
No, time won't take too long, put it behind you
You can still find a way,

age by day I don't sleep the same way
As I age by day I don't think the same way
As I age by the hour realize we have the power
As I age by the hour

want
We can cut them phones off
While taking your clothes off
Beat it up until you doze off
Yeah
With no strings attached
Don't got to call me your man

alone
Kill em
Please don't mind me
Haven't been me lately
I no longer sell my soul
I'm sorry
Trust is kinda fading
Faith in what I don't know
Never really

po up
And I don't wanna smoke none, unless I see you roll up
We cut from different cloths
You say you active but you never first to get it off
You say

show you lil niggas how to ball the money dont stop so you know
We spend it all i was in my zone she was acting naughty she was off them
Drugs feeling

a broke rapper? (I don't understand that)
That's a perspective I respect because it's real
What it's like to be nice as fuck but got to stress to pay

around and let you
Put that bullshit back in my head
Cus I don't care at all
And I don't give a fuck what you said
We started off, getting off
Can't say

control

Oh take my heart you stole
But I don't got a soul

cold hearted inside
Yeah every time I lied

Damn I know you fucking cried
Hell I can't even deny

Fuck are we sayin'?
Big '81, but I don't own a Harley I ride in Mercedes with Shane (ayy)
It's me and Lil' Harley, we wreckin' this shit
Then we 'bout

talking your shit cause we go get it

You playing a stick
And why these niggas always talking
We the ones who do the stalking
I don't want to go

band
Drop it like a stack
HEY
Up and down baby
Don't forget to look back
HEY
Pop it like a rubber band
Drop it like a stack
HEY
Up and down baby
Don't

lift
Off on the spaceship
And ain’t coming back nah
I Touchdown on the moon
I’m groovin I’m wit the stars
I envision something different
By the minute

no weed on that scale
That's for the fiends, food
Don't put no weed on that scale
That's for the fiends, food
We been trappin
Known to make it happen

don't mean it
Drifting, yeah
Bitch, I'm drifting
Moving by my lonely, 'cause these niggas hate me winning
Feeling type of ways, and I know you hate that

stand down
'Cause I don't got a soul that you could rescue
I felt like I should let you know
We started off so cordial and so friendly
But you was

to sleep, your soul's takin'
Now close your eyes, and never awaken
It's that murder shit, when we creep on your block

With the heat bust a shot, put to sleep

Suicide Hotline

Insane Clown Posse

Hell's Pit, Pt. 2

2004

head!
(You don't want to do that, you want to be here on Earth okay?)
Fuck that shit man! I got a gun right now (Put it away)
And I got it right under

still cry
But it be own pride
Nothing but some soul ties
Thinking bout them fun nights
I hate it cause I lost lives
Don't tell me imma see them back in

Stuck in between my home and property
Run everyday, ignoring all my feats
Put me in a ward, decode the nominee
My soul is off the spring, we broke

coffee
Bought my own merch look at what it cost me
I invest in my self nigga ain't it costly
Rather do it myself i don't got a boss
Cross off my bosses not