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watch 'em freeze up
I pour up the Ace of Spades in the vintage Versace teacup
In that black on black popping up on 'em like meet the reaper ah
Killer Kurt

on the wall
But she wants to be sure
Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings

In a tree by the brook
There’s a song bird who sings
Sometimes all of our

to contact why don't you call me on the phone
Fuck it
I'm tired of being left alone
This a hot girl summer song anthem for your phone
Go ahead and blast it put

Saving the world from these thots 

We move with kindness
Watch it 
Longsprint we trend
Symphonics
Reverb flow
Echo in a mosh pit
You can tie me up
But

don't need any help 
I don't care what you say I'm feeling myself 
I know you want me by your side 
Just show me your beautiful smile 
My rhymes my lines,

Watch me dropping hella damage
I know they can not manage
Bitch they rancid and ratchet
I put 100 in the casket
How I move like barracuda
I'm removing

my workings
And how to make my next song hit the heights 
So, you see I'm not one to believe in talent shaping your life
Doesn't give you a right

yourself to create a pile-up on to my plate
For prioritizing your needs over mine wait
To slow the growth of my mindstate
That’s life, when you think you

I ain't even from this bitch but we chillin' on the south
I told bro the feds watchin' so he gotta watch his mouth
Told gang that we the hottest so

watch my steps
Pessimistic pests, pez dispenser head
A dead Kennedy fed, wet the vanity red
My insanity shed
Pronounce fuck til' the profanity read

did not know who we are
You have just been informed
Surrender by choice . Or be forcefully taken over by The SlumLand Visionariez
Lets go
Slum
Land
Slum

YOU NEED TO MAKE YOUR MOVING PHOTOGRAPH SUCCEED!

ENSEMBLE:
DON’T STRESS, CHIN UP;
IT’S ONLY THE BEGINNING 
HOW COULD ANYTHING GO WRONG
WHEN IT’S DAY

Fucked over by people that will not be missed
Rather sit at tables and write songs like this (yeah)
Pen on my belt like a gun to my hip, give any reason

friend
I took a page from your book and tried to seek within
But calmly voids inside, would tear me up apart
To do something with myself, I'm bleeding all

Following ill heads they got some fucking problems
Better check on your health, move in stealth
Stay off twitter that shits toxic as hell
Roll up another

Summers over but I still bring the heat
Barbecue weather I'm cookin' anyone that steps to me
Winter in South Florida we in biscayne going water skiing

like when you getting tested
The game is over saturated
Completely infested
The greatest story ever told
Realest song ever written
To hell with a Plan B

the dough
Guess that's my prerogative, they couldn't hold me down long
Now every little step I take feel like a Bobby Brown song
I got God inside my body

Slow, Cold Drops

Sole

Selling Live Water

the skull of a wyoming bull on the grill of a rented minivan.
Every girl, twenty-two, wants to move to california,
But their last lines, over long distance,

Coffee Shop

Kottonmouth Kings

High Society

2000

pot
Yo Coffee Shop stop this daze my last strange
Slapped on my shades as I step into the rain
Try to regain up your ??? and refrain
Johnny Richter's

Triple scoop of Cold Stone
Stone Cold on a microphone
Cue song on the Titantron
Get wild the night is young
With Styles the hype is strong
I crossed over

you, see yo soul get detached
If you bust your move first, better know I'm comin' back
It's a seal on this bitch, so I ain't sippin' that
Been doin' this

will change from these songs that I sing
Be close to your enemies so you see them swing
Like Tyson did with Holyfield you get what I mean, yea you get

a road
Make we turn up the reggae music, loud loud loud loud loud loud
Change of up the frequency, change up the song
From the day I was born I was