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to get home
And away from 
All of them 
'Cause I can only face this all for so long

Before my head explodes and my words crush their little worlds

be so far away from the truth,
Your ungratefulness probably still wouldn't fuck with the view
But it's cool, I be in solo mode in all I do
Give him

from a few short years overseas
It's always felt like I've been two seconds too late to catch the last train out of here
But it's all just a cruel twist

skills are dramatic, they came with a leash
Acquired a few mini me's
Unfortunately they don't have my physique
Miles away from the peak, the way that I see

were sitting on the beach
And Mike says to me
Yo, let's try to get some booty
From these hula dancing hoochies
Long story short: it didn't go well

as a purp by shotty
While you coppa's come up
The same block I occupy stop and run up
"Get on the ground! Don't make a sound!
No home should be owned by

said you ain't watch anime.
I thought I blocked you, thought I told you get away from me
Girl ain't no get back, we can't make up, this ain't Maybelline

I hate it when I get this low
I can't even go outside
I just stay at home
Drinkin all alone
But It don't help me cope 
The same thing goes for

(Yeah) Yeah yeah yeah 
Aaa!
Ah yeah (Okay)
Losing my voice now (Maybe this is going to be shit)
Aha!

You know I've lost count by now
Numbers don't

color
We marginalized 
That's on repeat till we change something 
What if we're too far away to be saved?
What if god gave up a long time ago?
Tell

on a plane I'm raising the stakes
In a puddle of petrol I'm smoking gas hoping that I ain't blown away
In a moment I get you to picture the world as your home

day
I remember this as it was yesterday
May not get enough of saying sorry
Fought for my family did most at home
Everything from cooking, doing dishes

This is the tale of a little boy
Wandering far from his home
Most of his family were with him then
And nothing but life did they own
Tortured by war

Sucka Ass Niggas

Spice 1

1990-Sick

1995

glock and make him piss in his pants
No shorts on a dove I'm tryna come above
They call me Spice 1 and ain't no muthafuckin' love

[Chorus]
I said

away like you fake

Straight out PA short Texas, servin' trees on the West
A money makin' machine, nigga I do it best
With the cream and the cash, by any

before my eyes
My mom made a lot of money
But missed them because of father and brother
Because she is a positive person
And never suffered from

to come with a price
But market value can't apply
When you're one of a kind
See what I see doesn't come from my sight
I be judging by vibes
And cut ties if

pardon without guns
Brooklyn Chop House, housed the short rib bao buns
I don't wait on people to tell me stuff
To rap about, I'm surrounded by make you

arms
I am not afraid to chase my dreams out on the farm

She is a rebel with a heart full of charm
Coming home from a hard day's work
Couldn't catch

the problem
When it was they that he would solve um
Four months away from home
Just so he could be clean
And at this time
Matthew was only turning sixteen
He

why I live, yea
I used to run in stores and go in pocket books
Got away from major charges cuz the cop was shook
And Lord knows, Yeah only the Lord

songs
Every day and night
Money is too short but
We will hold the fight
Now let's roll and
Pass the night away

Back to our roots
We won't settle down

Feel the pain
Feel the pain
Feel the pain
Ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhh ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhhh
Ko le pay
Yeah Rudder Yeah
I started from the bottom now I'm heading

always find a way - run away from doing chores
Time marches on - I remember the day he joined the core
He stood there proudly like a man, said - I don't