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now, Betty soon got her own show

She was the toast of the town

And the late night TV set

And while the boys still laughed to remember

Oh poor Betty,

Maryanne go
You've got your man and I drift away slowly
With a burgundy glass and my best attire

We do what we do we say what we say
But for some reason I

expect shit
Don't understand if it's coming for you
Or from you, the blue feeling
The sky's a new hue, I'm outside if there's no ceiling
Messages getting

some rats
Cut the cheese in half and after that we still be passin' gas
He said C-Sat, I did the math, I only owe you half a rack
You better solve

the face again by pain,
You always use to save my day,
Damn,

You were the one I was living for,
But now I wish I killed myself way before,
And now im hear

niggas knowing I'm a Croc
They be turnt up onna norf but I'm still banging onna block
Unpredictable so you a never know, like Jamie Foxx
Pink 50's blue

from a mellow voice
Standing all about the way he talks

From an eagles view
He'll take a knee
Began to sing
And spread the blues

Amplified by

sinful deeds
Somebody pray for me
Give thanks to the sky and trees
Call fire, they intercede
That blue and purple please (heh!)
Hit that shit, you

ate in front of my enemies
Now that I got the joules I'm keeping the same energy
I'm sensitive when it comes to picking up vibes
I still noticed

light years away
I'm still connected
You ain't even gotta shoot me a text
I Get the message
And, I got a lot on my mind
It's why I'm taking all these

of the blue
I was wrapped inside the first glance
Like that tequila in her right hand
But still I tried to play it cool
Told her “we should take them boots for

Fly Around

Polyester

2 Tha Left

2017

boy, we havin' AK fights
Clear blue skies and fly on the east side
She claim to be bad but she ain't got a gun
We gon' pass those up for the real ones

lazy
Vibrations slowing down, got me going kinda crazy
Maybe it's because I'm still in the Lou
But can I blame a city cuz my physical is blue?
Then they

and a paper
You can do anything and everything
I had to save that, reminder for the times I let time slip by
Absent data but the night was far from over
'Cause

worth all the best cake
Shit, guess it's time for a mixtape
That's a fail safe
For every time I get shot down by my own grace
Never good enough to put up

away
Under grey skies
Or a perfect blue day

Time doesn't care
That some disagree
It's simply the way
That things have to be

Don't you dare ask why
You

My bill of rights
My god given rights
Red white and blue
What does this mean to you
Common Ya'll give up your guns
Instead we'll have some fun

the win when you're trying but lose
Yet I admire the blues. It wired the views I go by
Difference is I'm living more leveled than my old mind
Slow grind's

worth all the best cake
Shit, I guess it's time for a mixtape
That's a fail safe
For every time I get shot down by my own grace
Never good enough to put

my minds corrupted, I'm art
Eyes on steely, the tracks on blue and it ticks
Can't step forward, got something to say but I miss
Break the matrix, I

516 to 615
All my life been on the ride
Waiting for the time to pass me by
When I could steal the wheel
And drive down to old Nashville
Cause I knew

dash deliver
I like my money blue
I like my niggas green
So when I ask for shit he bet not ask a single thing
Better not on God

Real shit this is Belsey

didn't have to
I wish I could just drive away
I wish that a loaded twelve gauge
I wish that'd make me afraid
Girl, you know that I have to
You know I still

Told cuz he gotta chill he want a 100 bowls
Lil cuz he got aim assist
He tapping heads like whack-a-moles
Free my Sneaky Shooter, He still down