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was Punchline from headquarters
He must have something for me
Beats by the batch, I can run through tracks
Ali can record me
Critics saying I'm the next

Verse 1

Wondering by the way
where a specter would soon return 
from whence it came
so unafraid.
Moving through the day
like a brush stroke through

And few who know
our cedar root basketry.
(She was our weaver of baskets and dreams)
And this has impacted my entire
life.
I wish we could have gone through

to talk 'cause i'm a bad bitch
He told me that he almost 12 by a half inch
I ain't even have to ask that man his size, bitch
He told me that i am the number

One minute more
Before the party's over
Before the morning arrives
before we call it a night
Just one minute more
We talked 'til two
We thought by

I stayed.

Well I never called these love songs, lest here I have a say,
I insist that we distill before rotting.
And you whisper you're a maniac

the eyes of depression
Maniacs manic off of drugs in they system
Needles broken in the arms of overdosed parents
Broken dreams so apparent
Broken hearts

Mhm
Mhm
Yeah yeah
All my life
I've wondered why things
Don't go right
And why the fuck don't I dream When I'm
Sleep at night
Mhm
Is it the pain

Now, I save girls from getting beat by a fat dude who got hoop dreams
My thuggin' straight
I could've ended up like YSL in my younger days
But, God had

up
Take a puff
That's what's up
Cause if bitch play me like a DVD
Kick her to the curb I'll see you B
I just be
I just be
I just be
I just be
Posted in

Now I don't have the best rhyme schemes
But I guess I kinda can sing
Prolly not nearly as good as the other emcees
This may just be a dream
Like

One minute more
Before the party’s over
Before the morning arrives before we call it a night
Just one minute more
We talked ‘til two
We thought by

private- invited by who you work for
They be seein’ I’m blessed now, they try goin’ to church more
Nothin’ given- was worked for
Did 10,000 hours like 10

passed by, and I wondered why
I'm still single, and I have no life
Maybe I should play some less, get a job and change address
I know my mom is pissed off

Fuck em all make it by myself
Thugs might fall but I'm a get up outta hell
I mean here think I'm weird
See my dreams chase
Hater full of fear
All my

all her friends are in designer bags
She got
Many shoulders to cry on
But they all leave one by one
The birds sing a new song
She never thinks of what

soul out

Can't wait till I have a show & that bitch sold out
Ain't fucking with me now I bet they will by then
I stopped rocking v-lone I never needed

heads watch ceiling fans from on the floor
Show me something I have never seen before
CRT's show DVDs, sip jasmine tea and wait to lose control
Take my

Guzzling nothing but ambition 
Destined to change my position 
Surrounded by empty bottles and cans  
A cloud of smoke and determination to be the man 

I

know I got money power and fame
But baby I'm still incomplete
I wish you could see
The things that I see
When you're not by my side
I feel completely

callin' us
We know it's time to operate

I have the high ground
This ain't your sky to walk
I hope you know when to pull
Out if you fly in hot
Hands off my

heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed

Through many dangers, toils, and snares
We have

guide
I'm now at your bedside

So how long do I have to hide
Commotion deep inside

Just a maniac that drank a little too much
So he grabbed his favourite

role games, when my dick swang
I'll be Indiana Bones in
The Temple of Poontang
Fuckin that cunt like a maniac
Aphrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
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