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I won't be here for the summer
Call on your friends and have fun by the time
I will be watching the skyline
Breathing in silence
Grieving alone I'll

The wind like the ocean
Watch the birds they all surfing
Write by candlelight it in cursive
I so immersed in
How we all get lost at sea
Now I just

it fifa
We can start off with a genital smooch
Let’s put the brandy on ice
You from the islands
So I talk to you and talk to it nice
Let’s make a movie

I want you to do me a favor
I want you to tell all your freinds about me
Who are you

Am Misfit nature of being wierd
Everyone is talking, i dont

the muhfuckas stabbing my back
(That shit was hurting though) 'cause truth be told
I ain't expect the shit to happen like that
That's how it go when you

preppin me for this right here
Immense gratitude for the capacity to channel
Activate my womb
Everything get handled

Operating from a particular frequency

Yeah
Ugh
Supa

Running away from the issue
The Magazine cover
The clothes doesn't fit you
They wasn't with you
When will it hit you
You in this bitch

the shit hit the fan do u understand im the man u acting like a foe but u really a fan i seen many come i seen many go i was in the streets with the heat

Bad?
Your high life’s funded by your Dad
Man shut up, do your own laundry
Three middle names? sit down you’re a tory

Does he click at his waiter?
Brag’s

sentenced I’ll do the time for you
Cos we go together Baby we sum’n like white rice and stew

Fuck it Put me on a higher table
These niggas can’t match up

Enslaved by ritual to perform
Obtain unreachable perfection
All you will ever do will not last
All what's created will turn to dust

The night falls

Produced by Nurelle, so, this song should do well
The Passion Mixtape (Friki friki friki fricki Guess Who's Back)
Clap Your Hands
If you feeling this

the pusshead things you did?

What will we do with all the pussheads?
I don't know how we all go on from here
These pussheads keep stepping on my lane (tripping

rolling forever I'm putting sht in stone
LV on me my heart protected by chrome
She from Baton Rouge so you know she give super dome
Niggas was nappy till we

I Feel Lucky

Music: George Criston Widule
Lyrics: Dean Warren


V
Opportunity came knocking, when she showed up at my door,
With some papers from

Let's see the dope you talk about
We can't go pound for pound
You still counting in grams
Cut you a check it's two bucks for a bag of whole sound
The swag

time we have a drink
I almost spill it out
No one ever got me this high
I swore I never felt alive
How do we go back from here?
You whisper in my ear

My singular purpose is swerving perfect
Cell games free radical divided by survival
I can't take that ride, nigga, that's a suicide
Dr pepper with

get to Dave 
I pop my shit 
Then here come the action 
I do just what i say 
I'm bout my money 
I don't like distractions 
I ain't come play 
Just bring

chose
Further and further I go
Hoping that we would cross roads
No, guess I was driving too slow
For you put my-life on hold
How, Could I of not even

you all survive will you make it out alive

Here we go I guess i'll never learn my lesson about second guessing
I had the chance to end it but I gave

an appearance for free
Dis bitch is a 10 and im shooting from deep
I'm wit some bloods n they throwin' up B's
I'm wit some crips n they all here wit me
Ride

my sense


Untill the day i lost everyone


Aaaaand here we go!



Always, bastard


Today, greatest


I'm tired, to be alone


I need somebody to take

in the light
Bitch look nice
And she pull from the right
Still on my ice
Fucked the cops tax I.D looking rightthe type of shit never think until