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rolling
With it
All this love come with baggage I brought
It with me

And I always fall in love quick
I’m lovesick
I’m Quick to put my stamp up on it
Im

yeah they coming cash
Ice out my wrist have them VVS they bussing
Only bad thing that I fuck with is bitches bad
Life got flipped like drake on them

move
I thought we could groove
But you outta tune
Thought you was a mood
I feel your energy but something just aint right
(Just aint right)
I walk by

to make it, I see that you fake it
Taking a soul with potential and break it
Give me the plans and I make an advance that just going so hard than any

right
You can tell the whole world I’m lifted by you
Movin' hard feel it inside
Makes me wanna dance
The speakers at my side
The music rippin' through me

with this view
Find a finer dimer than you, if I'm being honest, ion think it's true
I see ya Jimmy Choos and ya got Religion
All this game I'm kicking,

strings, with my heart, make it smooth aye 

Baby you thee ONLY ONE that I groove with 
We could break it down and probably make a movie 
Pick apart, grow

true)
What we got, a hologram of Nirvana? (No)
Followed by Madonna and Barack Obama? (No)
A duet with Drake and the Dalai Lama? (No)
You all get

Food, Clothes, Medicine

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

paint on, lets go.
(Food clothes medicine)

(Food clothes medicine)
(F*** me)

Two shoes chewed up, colluded with the feuds rogue veterans
Food

sipping on the Yak
Mean I got it by the gram, if I got it by the gram, it's about a hundred rand
Smell it, I can't crush it with my hands
Crush it, with

like old school Pinky

Filling up a drink so I'm finna get loose
First name Wan, I ain't going by Lou
My young boys wildin', made a silly-ass game
With

Wanna dance with me
Wanna dance with me
Wanna dance with me
Wanna dance with me me me me me

I walk up in the club and
See you across the room
I know

OK, here we go with a brand new jam
That’ll make you shake your booty to the beat on the Gram
I’m just tryna spread the love through this old school

Uh yea uh 
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me

Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

dick sucked
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up in the tampon, but keep

buy in
Y'all fade away like you fuck around with logic
I be writing hard like I'm showing up in top ten
Giving me eyes so clear like Hopsin
Bitches

freaking smooth
Now throw me in the freaking
Booth and watch me lose it
I just watch the needle
Now I'm in the groove
Watch me take the flute
And loop it

on me On me yea
Baby take control of me of me Yea
Baby feel the ecstasy just feel it
Baby just groove with me with Me yea
Baby keep yours eyes on me on Me

are in writing
She had the aux in the whip, she told me to spin it, I'm Thor with the Lightning
But, please do not wait for the storm break (Woo)
Yeah,

kill the vibe
You leaving with me
by the end of the night, oh
Doors suicide
But you still make me feel alive

Imma take you so high so high
We ain't

have to move me honey
We could just groove here
But in the end I'd still feel funny
And the days go by
While I lie in waiting
I don't even try
'Cause

New York Times [Bonus Track]

50 Cent

Born Sinner [Deluxe]

2013

with Drake
Should've been in the States, property of the Jakes
Now I'm plotting on profits and properties on the lake
Let me properly integrate you to it

The Turkish so delight
Keep your roses in my room
These rhymes creep around me
I can feel them in my grooves
I'm just tryna shake em off
But they're climbing

the south 
Where you might wanna watch your mouth 
Had to play it smart and be with Hype
Tell the world we got the bounce 
You can go buy the swag 
Me I get