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My words cut your heart in half
Anger made me say
What I've been thinking all along
How long ya been pretending? (Living a lie)
How long ya been

Niggas in the city were it's beef
Drop a album for the whole youth niggas know it's real
Member going to the food stamps office with my pops that

inverno frio e complicado de dormir sozinho
I'm a lone wolf at heart but I got a pack
Keep the circle real small come close and we'll attack
Always keep

I'm still grieving
Summer time come by, baby i'm still bleeding
How we get this high, I can't believe it
Did you wrong, impeded spite
What's all that,

the charts
might go for a drive Sean Boswell in the heart
i feel more alive while i'm popping indicarts
i got show back home one in LA
bouta blow niggas know

creepy crawlies thats the m-o-t-o
if they hate then let em hate they can't be me tho
album of the year i want three grammy's hoe    
used to call me weird

sumthin
Put on Maxwell and by the Gods I'll have you busting like diamonds lost in abyss
If i shoot it I don't miss
And if it did I didn't shoot it uh huh

a purloined lighter
Leave arteries flow choked like an In-N-Out drive-thru
Then evolve to resolve your clogged heart shocked by Raichu
Catch him blazing in

on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first

Michael
Got a hunger to wipe out the rival like I am a rhino 
ride to my home inside I'm alive in my bible
eyeballs are obsessed with the truth; took off

a thousand times
Thought by now I'd be a goner
Dear mama I'm sorry
That my hood life would cause you trauma
From a product of the hood to a prodigy
Spit some

have nothing
in common that's right
she couldn't rock´n roll with me
my rock´n roll albums
where never by your side
and I couldn't avant-garde with her

Slept on yo little album that due date I missed it
This that westside bidness
God essence running through my veins
All the mistakes I made I still feel no

live by come with an algorithm
I know it hit like stone
Then throw a towel in it
That last album? Aww man I spent an hour with it
Im into writing stories

she wanted a brand new start
She moved to Cali to be a star
A brand new album but my broken heart
Did you really have to go that far?
That far?
I hung

singer drops an album
Ta la kpe ta lon dahun gan
And if dem say dem dey find
The realest of its kind
Tell the person searching that you found one
Teslim

Artist: CPAndersen
Album: Unoder
Year: 2019
Lyrics & music by Carsten Andersen

Title: Coming Home (the Country Song)

I´m far away from my home town

just put me to sleep like a dart
You started failing I can tell by the charts

My niggas pull up with a pump like a heart
Supposed to love my neighbor

By any means necessary 
Real men make money 
Real men make money
Thought life was a joke 
Thats until i turned twenty 
Thats until i turned twenty

let’s ride out
Airship
Feel the bass
It put me in a craze
Where we could run a maze
And make it back by nights of day
I’m terrified of what’s to come
But

page
Tiny scrapbooks of our hearts
Inserting memory by memory (those were the days...)
Albums thicken each page
Pictures fade as they age
But I still

Ladies & gentlemen
I would like to introduce you to state of mind
By yours truly
Brooklyn native
New York raised
Geechi Liberaće
Yea I think it’s

sense
But that shit is too smart
Haters still call my songs trash
And I take that to heart

Trapped in the middle 
Always feeling like Malcom
I use to do

By the end of an album
There's supposed to be
A general idea that something
Has either been resolved or
You know you've said everything
You want