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marks and earrings
Found in pockets from the night before
They were singing "What's up, ay
Can somebody feel my cup?"

And how can something feel so

I post my hair, they, roger that 
My own style is a permanent mark 
Like van Gogh, me, were work of art (then I)

Dip then go dive
Hope you'll not die

the whole chimney now
I don't think you know what you doing now
You cannot find away out of this house
Before the fire burns everything, and my death is bound

start, tryin' to change the mind
That defines how I'll make my mark
Been stuck with chillin' with niggas from the block
Never been coked up, but alcohol

to struggle not to sink
When I'm putting down my feelings in the ink Makes a link with reality

We need to work on our own home planet, so damn another galaxy

Another One

Lambert

Another One

2018

for your biddin'
Let's make it work
Do you crave another one?
Eye marks another one

Please, please, please another
Please don't need, need, need

that's just life 
Hey Take a break unwind 
Celebrate good times 
oh what a life 
Ohhh 
Make a way don't doubt 
It'll out work out cuz that's just life 

in,
With all your friends, one family torn,
By unreconciled silence,
Too afraid to work things out,
Easier to wait it out, and it's only gotten worse.

high with me, damn
The energy unrequited ‘cause relation is dead
But I’m still manifesting the best
White smile on my face like Crest
Surrounded by wifey

Baby D, boy my Brodie was down to ride
I know who I'm calling when its that drama time
Wildboy from the dirt, soccer cleat
I put in the work, acknowledge

SHE TOOK MY HEART Mark “Buc” Williams 2020(ASCAP)

(V1)
SHE CAME HOME ONE DAY SAID THIS AIN’T WORKIN’ OUT
KNOCKED ME OFF MY FEET I SWEAR I CRIED OUT

By the school gates
But now he dumps her dead in a suitcase
Buries her in the garden with no
Mark on the youth's grave

They call police, say she just

in the civic

By the trees, feeling numb to the pain but I'm lifted

Pictures and memories time by the fences.

The eyes stay closed and my mind stay

phone
Like why u botherin me
And honestly
It's funny how the oddest things
In life work for the better man of all mankind
So I gotta make a mark

toxic from the start
I think by now yeah I've left my mark
I think I might just have a heartattack
Thinking of what I should text right back
I see shadows

Lyrically I'm toxic
Running out of options
Tongue so sharp
Dipped in silver
Making that profit

Aim for my target
Hit it on the mark
I am a prophet

Streams and views the devils in the details and figures
I done hit six a few times mark me a beast my nigga
When it comes to rap it’s a wrap dog 
That’s why

to earn my nine to five
Or work for my demise hurtful with the lying eyes 
Privatize my life and get divided hide the cyanide 
Vitalized get inspired by my

and make sure my levels knock
This for my niggas around the corner and up the block
The white boys from cul-de-sacs that push rocks
My 9 to 5ers who do work

she watch strong,
crt of seduction I got pvkvsv's brush,
With a stroke on the canvas I could unlock her lust,
She can tell I ain't average just by my

Oh
Oh oh oh '
He like my style
Yeah, He like style
And he said
And she's, super cool like her vibe
And she don't play by the rules
Vintage style
Got

have three words to describe who I am “Not the one” 

I recall my request to keep your quarters kept, you’re quite forgetful 
I hypothesize what you

See i always asked god why we stuck in this place
Had them dirty ass clothes and these cuts on my face
I was kicked out the pad by the age of sixteen

or done
I'm leaving my mark
Not a blemish 
I uplift everything around me
The spark...