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Dress to kill by the grim reaper
Alumni snap, fuck Tisa
You niggas all dressed in fuck-season,
I walk thru the sand in these Lebron James South Beachers,

Constantly
Been guiding me
Only knew subconsciously
Now obvious
The voice was
Always in me
Who
My love is too big
I
Just wanna keep you safe
But I gotta fight

essence
We can be a world apart
But you're the one for my heart
It's been that way since the start
Beauty in every crease you're a work of art ugh

But you

creases on your bed
Unfinished books, your words inside my head

With the wheel in my hand, I will follow 'round these curves
Through the comfort of these

on Jesus pieces
614 Straight back to Cleveland
I like Nikes with no creases

We fuck 'til the end of Toonami
I got her like a tsunami
You know I be in it

What where you stepping
The Crease in the front then we pick up dah weapon
No military shit this will have you beheaded
556 to back of yah head shhh

You shouldn't love me, I'm dangerous
Mama said, "Look boy, you famous"
Slept in that trap 'til they raided
(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lovely

Lil Wayne

500 Degreez

2002

on everything I sit in
I love my nappy hair
I love the shit I wear
You gotta love the squad-ad girl
If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad
Get outta

write it out in musical creations
It's streamlined
If it's real, then my love needs relations
Girl be mine
And I really want you, but you make it too easy

I never believed everything that I see
You better not drown when you get in that deep end
I'm by myself and I'm smoking on Runtz
Coming from nothing

Hunnits)
Four deep in the jungle you know that we hunted
Work by the load ain't getting nothing fronted
Pockets on E you better go get funded
Bust in her

The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket

I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't

interior, superior to deep passion
Put that shit on everyday, like it's routine now
Too busy folding merch
Wet shirt to get the get crease out
I went in

Missing Pieces. 
Words by Simon Mills
Music by Michael Moroney

Verse 1 

When I take you by the hand 
That's when I'm at ease again. 
When you tell

everything around me is feeling numb
Either I'm reelin or I'm healing like bottle of rum
A dark place that's surrounded by all of the sun
In this life you

Judging by your thighs you look pretty good to eat 
Have you yellin like a wookie 
Man I love to eat my cookies 
Imma Fuck you in the coffin 
Do

you really a sinner
Im really the kid with the sauce
Fuck what you talking i been in the city
I dont ever spend
She acting real greedy im calling her

on 
Mane I'm too klean no I Kant shake hands cause you prolly didn't wash yours 
No crease no stain on my all white cocaine zapatos
These aint in the stores

we at war right now
(Yea, uh uh)
Bitch don't act like you don't know
Who the fuck I be (Who the fuck I be)
Trapped out no ID (No ID)
Just in case I get

a woman who is equally yoked
I love God, Jesus who I follow
Believe in the rapture, it's a hard truth to swallow
Me Christian, are you Catholic, like I know

I be coming round the 95
Around right by the highway
Knowing I remember
Everything we did in my place
Never meant to hurt you
Never meant to make you

on the ants but now I know they're worth more
Tracking mud in the house I know you've done it before
Freezing cold juice box combats the warmth
Purple bonnie,

tell I crease my shoes 
Talk about it time to make a move 
I burn them tires love to smell them fumes 
I'm dripping wet I love to be consumed 
I smoke it

on top the leaves
I got fresh Jordan 1s
In the box without a crease
If I’m rocking AF1s
Then you know it’s rest in peace
I’m 2deep in this shit
They stream