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colder
Last night felt like October
Fell asleep next to my only
With a blunt still burning slowly

These are times I fucking live for
So high, my

I’m fleeing tonight, I’m gonna live my best life
I will get on a ride within the blink of an eye
If you don’t believe it you are ‘bout to see
I have

or no questions
Don’t know the answers though
I guess the less I know the better
At least that’s what I’ve been told
By Tame Impala, call your Mama
Tell

been brash
Heart broken by a few girls lotta ass
My tinder spot is set for Pasadena and I mean it
Cause out in Joburg the girls are cold mean demeanors

wait for no man
At least you've got that in your hands
Don't be distracted
I done incepted
Well, we collective
Are the ones that mash on the gas when

irrelevant
tomorow's comming much to close
still i've got no peace of mind

getting angry at myself
because of my self-compassion
as if there are no other

Now the rhyme and the rhythm are coming alive
We all live to our own beat that's how we survive
Don't know how anyone does the 9-5
Been doing it for

yiyeye eh
Music Africa



Don't worry where you are coming from
So wonderful when people meet
Down in Africa the land of the sun
We sing and dance it

on god he gone get hit
Guess you didn't know that we stay with the poles
They be calling us stripers by the way that we split shit
Yea glock finna split em

coming?
I hope you're happy
Now that you're choosing this
You, too
I hope it brings you bliss
I really hope you get it
And you don't live to regret it
I

And I'm just smoking by the pound
And how I skip the round a bout
And wonder what it's all about
I'm feeling like I'm awful proud
Of the things I shouldn't

the couches that was beds
We ain't have nowhere to live
Put our all in this shit
In return that's what we got
Screaming nigga fuck the Feds
And them niggas

activated, you can't see me
Whore
Dead rivals on the floor by the Ouija board
Yah, yah, let's talk about it
We talkin' 'bout a psychopath
There ain't no way

and leave
Hey slow Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by

chupacabras dead
I live in the States, born in Monterey
Got a gringa by my side
She can cook some frijoles
I cross the border and la migra said
'hey, come

is-this is my sound, this is my sound
(Okay)

I am the reaper I'm coming in grim
The weather is shady, your chances are slim
The weight that I carry can't

say, that's my life
Couple nas in the team they already live it
Did it done it bought the team now
They wipe their windows with it
And i'm just watching,

to leave
I’m just robbing the spotlight and
Blocking it out the week
I’m not talking to you
But you are talking to me
I’m a professional asshole
And you

As death nears you sink deeper
In his reach as you're caressed
By the grim reaper
As my heat enters your flesh
You begin to meet up
With the same

on the record by saying that
Was probably the best Breakfast
Bars we've had

Yo what is this Bring the Pain
When I spit it so insane
Gotta bring it back again

They keep saying brighter days are coming
Although the mist is getting thicker and thicker
As I've been fading away
And I'm fucking thirty three,

alumni
Where the cops on me about to come by (what?)
Let 'em know we coming straight out BUCKEYES
(Ohio waddup)
And what they thought they got me all

Ladies and gentlemen
Please welcome the underground champion
Of the world he goes by the name MGK
And his flow is timeless
Uh, I let it breathe a lil

I burst thermometers with every page comparing us
is like a common cold against the plague
So many live like mice trapped in a maze
some wait by