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do the dance!
Yea you look super good!
But you better by the glance
I can't help but to chat, bout you when I link with my mans
I'm a thug, show some

ever had, it's been a minute, still everyone know you got it bad
Last time I seen you, I was hooping, better yet, was cold
That shit was old, saw you in

that bullshit and
Old news I can finally see
I can finally breathe
Smokin' on tree
Lookin out for good days and
Finding my peace
No they'll never

the feeling to fade that i'll never fit in
But now the only Ls I take are followed by an S and D
my game don't stop. GME
I deviate the standard— there's no one

They used to say so and
Ripped out my heart through bones
So i lost it all

Doors are closed
No sunshine
In my window

I’m like a ghost
Of good old days

Hop in the stu and I enter my element
Who is gon win imma say it's the better man
Come out the trenches a nigga a veteran
Seen my old neighbor she

dye a nigga, try and touch
(Wh-what?)
Might sound good but shit get ugly (Get ugly)
Bought a old-school, said that bitch
"Unbutton it" (Woo)
Big-block

Somehow all da good ones
Steady getting ran down

But I'm just tryna lift all my guys up
They love to see u fall
Love it more when u rise up
As a young bull

QUINCI DAYZ

PRAY WE SEE NO OLD WAYS IN THE SEQUEL
PRAY I GET A RAISE HAVE MY DAYS LOOKIN PEACEFUL
BLOWING DOWN LEGAL
WINGS STRETCHED OUT ON MY EAGLE

gold nothing else on they necklace 
Shawty living reckless but she love the life
Hitting the clubs, doing drugs, a good fuck ever night
She got stuck

Every second counts
But seconds turn into hours
And hours turn into days
You're sleeping by my side
Silence fill the room
I can hardly hear you

Cause we've been through this for so long
And I think we've done
Some pretty good stuff
I know life is so short
All these days go by so fast
And we cannot

right?
If we try not to fight
Just be happy all day and all night
You don't want to be denied
Cause we can do this side by side
We don't need their crazy

spending it getting it gone

I swear that the life that I'm living was made from decisions to get this shit all on my own

Properly making it happen by

with John Kelly, editor of 
Yeats' letters, discussions and notes from a Valentine Cunningham 
of Oxford, a note from Michel Butor, and other old letters

vision is blurry
You're in a hurry
Bitches keep flirting I'm tired of making the same old mistakes
I should be learning instead of me burning down bridges

will call
But I don't care at all
You know, she's always right
But it's my drinking night.

cnd every day that's passing by is just the same
I've learnt

Passing reflection
The old man somber
Sometimes forgets he's a young man
No longer
Dropped bombs over Vietnam
Tried to make good with God
Sometimes

And she look like Zendaya
Bro got all them packs gone
They was a day old
Was trying to make my first 10
Listening to Payroll
I know niggas who can't sell

you know 
they mad cause they ain't getting none
of this flyness I possess by the ton
from the gateway to the empire
staying up late I'm a vampire 
long

able to live a deluxe life like a king
And, when I wanna come back to my old days
I quit, were just a fuck by the way
Yeah fuckboy ! The word that's

Yeah
Here we go
It's a new day
But it all feels old
It's a good life
That's what I'm told
But everything, it all just feels the same
At my high

for another day
Prepared to play and emotional game in the driving rain
Hopping onto a train that's rolling into the night
Towards an invisible light

And all my enemies I made by knowing just her
Now everybody thinks that she was the only one hurt
Now everybody thinking that I got a cold heart
Last time I