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where the loving was missing
Got hurt by some niggas, I get it, I get it
And I ain't the type of them niggas you been with it
I know your heart can not

untitled. Let’s forgo the name//
You know lables are last year. Still pay my dues//
Plus taxes in New York — Once you walk in these shoes//
Add some views

(I don't know baby)
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
J'suis calé depuis le départ, je prends plus de pause
Un prototype t'envoie en overdose
Y'a

(Basics man)
Wrote this shit called the letter untitled (Yeah)
Fuck dem bitches now they're all my rivals (Fuck them)
This last one wasn't my revival (Nope)

I stay untitled
In the bathroom, Stripes on the table like a tiger
Smoked dope till her eyes hurt
Not surprised, I lied to her
I’m sober!

like, come back to it later
That's like... exactly what this is
Notes
Create two albums, then release one
I'm untitled
The new project, from the projects

What the hell do wack rappers know about real man
But I guess fish get caught by the reel and
You gone fear the beard like I'm Harden
Only let us crop

to you
A couple years roll by
And we'd reconnect
You told me things that did not make sense
It turns out that you, fucked, all my friends
So you think that

Black boy joy Black girl magic
Keep it going Automatic
Original man Aziatic
Counted me out Right back at it

5th Untitled instant classic
Flipped my

initially untitled cut
Known as either "Track 13" or just "13"
(as listed on the 2015 remastered vinyl) 
Is commonly interpreted to as Freddie’s
Journey

live by affirmations
I been steady lacking any aspiration
I been searching high a low for calibration

Maybe just maybe I'll make it to the top
Maybe

I'm real with you, you best be real with me
Serenade singer, Untitled trilogy,
My love in audio files, so is you feeling me
And we done fell out fell in

experience that then (What?)
Getting kicked by my friends (Wow)
Went from I love you to a you
And I ain't never going back again

I remember when I was down

the outcome, warheads are miniature,
The swords here to finish ya, this untitled project,
Fueled by these thoughts that are geared with this mileage. 

The shape

on the border
It's a very very lovely day
To set a fire by the bayou, lil baby's in the pyre
Such a lonely day
When the ire stops burning
Tell me what did you

I bet I know just where you wanna go
By that look on your face, we're heading out to deep space
Blast you off, I'll blast you off, blast you off

Fuels burning hate

Now that you're brain dead, your ideas deceased
Battered and beaten by thought police
Living this hell upon airstrip 1
You belong

Woah, yeah
Cookin with that good gas gas gas gas like a deisel fuel jet
I might have to call yo bet
Fuck a nigga bitch Ian lookin for no shit
I might

Footsteps of thousands before me prepare for what I’ll become
Silence drowned out by racing thoughts of what is to come
The rain comes down
Pouring

Dragged up from beneath the ground
Of rage and cruelty so profound
Used to fuel our sickly machines
Funeral marching in our dreams

Dragged up from

Your a bad lil thing 
Right hand my hitta 
Your the beach no sand
Your the real go figure 
Laced up untied 
Either way your mine
Your the fuel

flowers
I still wouldn't know what love is
Open fire
Open lovers season
Ain't no place to stop
When you're out of fuel babe
Crash the glass
Don't know how

unique, yeah
Fuel to the fire, gasoline
I look fire I know that I'm on fleek, yeah
Talk down on me, but you know I'm what you need, yeah
Listen to me, yeah,

letting glass sands pass by
Nigga wit a attitude bet they cant stand mine
And that's fine
Just wait till they see the new me
I use that shit to fuel me