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The shoreline is creeping up behind me
Reflections of the waves haunt my dreams
I have to save us all from going under
My voice is muted by

mic, yo
Check it, uh, let's get it
Gettin' it real fucking hot out here in the studio
This is Soul Chopping, brought to you by yours truly
Ayo, don't

can't bring back from dream 
But no matter what trick get try 
Or which hole they fold it in
That same Maka Dimweh
He woulda find it anywhere 
Big bad

together like I'm writing to suture
A new person all together, let me reintroduce ya
Captivated by your style, might just call you Medusa, I mean
She

Smoking zoots park talks
Back alley corner boygroups
Splitting up remeet weirds
Bro can then sames
Bros up in heaven
I'm sat by graves
Housing was tryna get

I had a dream that we were creepin' on some demons o'tha weekend
Rolled up to the liquor store
Opened the door foldin'
Holdin' pieces
Ruby wrapped in

Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh

In what time of space 
Did I fall out of place?
Lived by your smile
‘N tried to be wild.

Fulfilling my dreams

get off the hook
No really I get off the hook
I'm not the type of nigga who fails to do things by the book
Write the bars and then produce it just

On the Street Tonight

I lost my job then I lost my friends, cause the rent was way too high
Took my dreams left me in torn jeans, switchblade smiles

names Sarah Connor
Are you stupid?
I just make the beat then I loop it

Shawdies in my DM's like they pissed off cupid
I can't ever sleep cuz I dream so

a flick, but her finger slipped

Boy I've been that beaner, thought you knew by now?
All y'all wanna fake me? Well it's cool, I'm down
Explorer surf clapping

baby, just go pick a side
Wanna know if you ride or die

Wanna know what these feelings inside are
I don't know, but by far, I can tell that they real

go
Take em out in the yard play a game
Melt em down one by one in the fire place
I can't resist you baby your smoking hot
With your painted on eyes

it
They call me underdog but I disagree
Cause the only competition that I'm seeing here is me
I can murder all these rappers just by breathing

By the way you could recall who all was there
I can tell that we would be good friends
Back when days were crazed with dreams of chasing our 
Own

a bunker every day
On the computer earn my pay
Look through the window at the tree
Count every day in binary

At night I dream
I'm a boy
With a home

Deez nigga ain't on shit
My lil brudda slide Benz
Dbg dats da gang
Kcb you can't hang
Wanna Cartier fuck a chain
Mama always stressed out
Havin dreams

the world passed us by 
cnd the ghosts of bloody Harlan hung around 

Nothing coming for miles and miles 
Nothing but trouble to get up to at night 
We'd go

around phat like you can't get trapped in this black void / You see I'm a beast like all three of the Fat Boys / My R-2 Droid out looking for crashed

went and quit my job like it was my ex bitch
Cali boy stuntin like he came from Texas
I got big dreams, getting there by spending presidents
But these

(Celine)[01:43.25]I'm high as a fuck I'm high as bitch Im floating away in my dreams (high as a fuck)[01:46.70]I'm filled up my mf pockets I stuffed all them racks up

I could live a thousand lives, probably never recognize 
I was down to live or die
I was levitated by a dream and vanilla skies
Something you could

me shit 

I was chasing dreams 

They ain't give me shit this me reigm 



That boy hot 

Still eating beans 

Need a hunnid gs 

By any means 

They

favourite bottle of booze
Beat up my mother see more than a bruise
If it was a dream i wake up and hit snooze
Had no respect left couldn't even look him in