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got the same vibe
So you cannot amuse me this aint the same jive

Sometimes i get to thinkin im so better by myself 
Cuz every time i need a hand i

you at
I was in love

Where's the heat gone between us
It's all I needed
Fucked that up
History repeated
Told the truth
Defeated deeds
I did you dirty

Not alluding to loosing
No last broke joke
Just all boo who who
Guess the punch line wasn’t Christ
Or a stand up June
Delivering sermons to Germans

This is not for y’all up at the radio
No this is not the sh*t that people pay me for
This for guys sliding in and out the shadows 
Riding like

to be a thot just to get it
I can't battle all them souls
That you mixing with your spirit
I been filtering my aura trying to become my purest
Doing

time is gonna cave in
I'll leave as a monster, they loved me when I came in
Tortured by the spirit that remains in
Roamin' in the morning
Floatin in

I've been feeling like my spirits far away
(Yeah)
I've been feeling like I'm caught up in a daze
(Yeah)
I've been thinking bout the future not today

just a hurt child tryna make it for my family
I pray the people not after me, do this for the ones who come after me
I told y'all that I be dreaming up

niggas bitter
my vision
they can not get it
i've lived like six lives
i'm familiar with my spirit this time
i'm really at the end of anything
we getting in

fucking dick curl
7-inch deep catch me fucking up her whole world
Swagger on Bun B
Nigga you can't touch me
I'm a spirit entity
Fucking with my enemy
Catch

one by one, fuck it give me they soul shit
Ooh I love to see the spirits fly
Woo as I dump and hit
Beg and say my name bitch haha and I might quit
Look

is clean, they way yall on my dick
Fresh all the way to my spleen, the way I drop that drip
I told the bitch, I aint tryna run no game I spit
Den told

(I'm so geeked up)
(Yeah, smoking on backwoods)
(Yeah, that good)
(Ion even treat yo hoe that good)
(The people of the world can already sense that

of 30 of uh
Grip up yo watch and yo booze
And run off with the loot with no trace of what happened or uh
Strip down the block by the boxers
And watch

countryside
Coniac
Juice WRLD Tupac and Betty White's spirits in which I confide
A pair of hearing aids turned into heating chambers to kill
The jewish you

could have since you want it
I ain't paying, make your little money when you pawn it
No bridge to cross, no ties to sever
They hate but look up to me like

about the spirit, how strongly I'm committed
Beat up my inner critic and then throw him out
This is far from oblivious
From the hardly alarmed heart

where shit get real wicked
Niggaz on dicks
They riding for meal tickets
'Imma pop my shit
I'mma up this stick
If I had it on me
I'll click click click
But

a month till Harrison was buried
His desire to be (president), George Dallas made evident
Millard Fillmore, 12, was ignored by the President

Vice

it by force 
He came out of jail & hooped on a posh 
I’m so high probably think I’ma die haha
Suck my dick make me come 4times na na 
Mama said I’m

fi find them
You dey see the sun but gold looks gray to you
You're not even sure if there's a reason to be up
This no be death but sometimes it feels

Yeah,
Check,
Check 212
Balmxre and Rod we coming for you
Yeah
I got this

Uhh
babygirl you ain't gotta get shit twisted
Spirits can break but

changed
It's more to mine
Make me dig deeper
There was more to find
And more to my surprise
I rose up in the darkest times
A Moses like design
I'm Molded by

everybody's on a National bender
30 standard drinks from noon
Maybe break it up with a little goon
Feeling pumped to start the day
By the end my stomachs pumped