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it runnin' your mouth|I love all the hating, you know that I'm waiting|For you in the clouds||[Verse 1: Bobby Raps]|They say my lifestyle too

I've loved you for so long,
You don't owe me nothing.

Allie, blow out that candle on the wheel,
I'll stand by your letter for a thousand wasted years.

the stick, make yo ass disappear
Nigga missed the mark, but hit somebody you hold dear
Make a t-shirt, every funeral we just up the price for the feature

minutes/ betta take that 50k/ u still broke/ for 3 decades Hov been givin Wisdom/ n yaw want more crumbs/ couldn’t afford the crushed lemon or plush linen/

I’m on my grind
Made myself lit
Thoughts in my mind
Turn em to hits
Throw shade on my name
But you wanna ride my wave
Fuck you and your friends
I

town into Old Town Road
You see me lifting my shirt
I be hiding a tech
That's what happened to Robot Jones
Beep Boop
It's way too late for you to turn

at Chili's
Dark heart like OG Bobby Johnson
Precise in every manner we're hits like Charles Bronson
When I'm on the hunt you get to playin' possum

You fuck

aim is 
Trigger fingers turn to quotations 
Same fingers boxing you in will leave you vacant 
Round of applause down the hall for all your patience

lineup, for reachin', nigga
Throws free, and you can take two
Aaaah, trey pound, that's a K:D
Pray to God, and that's A V
Freed Bobby Shmurda, shout to Dave

the stick, make yo ass disappear
Nigga missed the mark, but hit somebody you hold dear
Make a t-shirt, every funeral we just up the price for the feature

CHRISTMAS IN CONNECTICUT WITH YOU
(PERFORMED BY STEVE TYRELL)

WRITTEN BY MINNIE MURPHY, CHARLES SHYER

I DON'T WANT MY HOLIDAYS IN FRISCO OR L.A.
I

Bridges, Squares

Ted Leo

Hearts of Oak

As I walked to Kendall Square
And crossed the river basin there
The Charles was black, the sky was blue
The view was old, the bridge was new
And past

that shouldn't be a thought
Turn your head into a pretzel, turn to knot

Ricky Bobby if you ain't first then you last
2 cars, turn up the dash
One push

how you ILL-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right
You got that for me? You got that for me?)
Brought

Shit you 'bout to need for later
I give a fuck about your streamin' data
You could drop a hundred more records, I'll see you later
Yeah, maybe when

Trial and error
Unpractical Trails
A master of ceremonies
Ain't for
Natural ears
Information
In tactical layers
You need support
The back of a chair
Watch

a thousand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you like Chaka Khan I'm the don
Make niggas talk through the wire like Kan
A trip to the morgue turn a duck

blame someone else by your own true flaws

Glock do a twist and then turn you to mist and this bitch with the revs of my flow
For you, for you, for ya,

Brownsville Girl

Bob Dylan

Knocked Out Loaded

1986

pulp
As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath
Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square
I want

it low 
Don’t mistake it for love 
You used to call me the bro 
You gave it up too quick 
You must think I’m a simp 
Why would I take you serious
Girl

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

Advance to Boardwalk

Cella Dwellas

Realms 'N Reality

1996

[ expressions written in CAPS represent squares in 'Monopoly' ]

[ CHORUS: U.G. ]
Aiyo, get nice
Shoot dice
Skip the small talk
Son, advance

sitting with the upperclass
If you wanna feel the pain then Im coming for that ass
Everybody now is lame they rapping is all trash
Ill be running shit

money what you scared for
The only worse than death is dishonor 

This the family them my brothers I’ll do anything for
And everybody paid in full but it