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to me they ain't no duelists Where the war drums? Where the soldiers, where the generals? The politics is over want his brains right by the minerals
perry Maybe Im exhausted, maybe I just lost it Maybe I should pick up a pen Try and force it Same old story, guts and no glory They try and low ball me Do
bas Borderline comfortably maaru like Tera social circle measure karun by taking girls Bole "sir cum for us", woh bulaye That's why tumhe karte double
askin' me Hit skins, causin' catastrophes Get pinned, by me and my family Sip gin, fulfillin' your fantasies In your condition I'm wishin' you'll take
and scream out What, what, what, what, what Ameno Asid, feel me in the pit of your guts And I live by the rules of not givin' a fuck My team bout it, we come
really wanna get down with us Then you better turn up and adjust I'm about to make your Brains game more juiced Comatized by the strange slangs i use Ima
If You got guns (Yeah) We pull tech's (What) Shoot first leave yo brains on the headrest (N****) It's all out war (Uh huh) Who got next? (Unlawful)
didn't stop for seven red lights I jumped into water that's fifty degrees I've rowed in a kayak in thirty foot seas I've stayed in the woods for a week
big bodies and dead bodies all the time And nigga I SWEAR, you don't wanna go there Nigga, out THERE, and watch how fast yo chest tear Second Verse
of my mom. But this music shit nigga. I’m doing it all by myself. Yeah, you heard what I said?? I said “all by myself!” I’m built differently. I’m 5’1. I
Why do you eat people? (Not people, brains) The Godfather of the gore genre Fake mobsters get chopped Into pasta lasagna Parmesan body part salsa
Lately it feels like everywhere I go the people are second guessing me I feel like I could do it better if they'd let me be But nobody wanna give me
to take a minute just to kick it right now It's just a couple minutes of your time For me it's nearly every single second of my life Yeah yeah, just
I never second-guessed it, I been gettin' all my blessings And that's a fact, you interfere , you gettin' whacked Skin your head like fuckin' wax,
sense of the madness I don't process things when they happen Push it aside, then months gone by Before I let go of a small interaction I cannot write
like Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second Make dirt, day Heaven I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder Spray seven at your back
Yes, he made the album of 2012 (Just ask him He'll tell you) But that was just the Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year Here, while wearing
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven I'm a crack baller straight
trynna just remain nameless But the feds done knew all of our faces By the age seventeen I caught cases Kept my cool every interrogation All the alibis
fools misuse my abilities, doin drive-by shootin everything they see, I'm quick to cap it in yo life if you tempt me, playin Russian ruelet but is
Megan, 19, Captain of the swim team Legs like ladders and a brain like a string bean The lake house was empty for the summer so she called acouple
Jumped out of the second floor of a record store With a Treacherous Four cassette and a cassette recorder In Ecuador with Edward Norton Witness
Mulholland ya Now he belongs to the worms Crushed by the table as it turns I would kill a man For the chance to kill a man Dump his guts out like a blunt Then
regrets, no abortion, had a son By the name of Seven And he's five By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six You do the arithmetic Me do
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