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tell the fans his
Mom bought those things with her last wages
From her cleaning job sweeping stages
For the mere fact she'd rather you be happy
Than

Just know i got them realizing 
There's more to life than getting paid now
Minimum wage
I got them feeling a way 
Cause i remember the days
I had to do

life is not a drama, (wake up!)
wear pajamas

B go out side 
make some friends no more trauma

The world is bigger than you thought 
so speed up till my

the Nordic
And was applauded by the choked up cheer leaders
She'd be a little bit taller than me too if i didnt have my pint boots on
But shes definitely

I think of you, as more than a friend
I've got a crush on you
You make me want, to be a better man
and Im in love with you

Tell me; are you seeing

presence stepping out with no fears
The tongue sharper than a sward I got the will to shake spears
All attention on me I want your eyes and your ears
I want

me clutch
Thank God for waking me up next to a bad bitch Better than my last bitch

Nigga prayed out for this Swerving through the traffic, making

trippin' on you lately
You a five star in my eyes
But I wanna be more than friends
'Cause you movin' kinda dangerous
Pussy leakin' like it's angel dust

in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying, "How do you do?"
What they're really saying is "I love you"

year
Year after that, Cam died and now he ain't here
His daughter asking 'bout why her daddy ain't here
Dino caught an M, he still doin' more than ten

more feet than Dan Schneider (damn)
Buddy actin' dumb, his bitch know about me
I'm 'Crete too to eat, these niggas EBT
She can't help but stare, she

I been sleepin' on this air mattress in the guest house 
More than a year, no rest now 
If struggle brings the best out, then I should be the best

last
When I, hotbox the V I write Sticky on the glass
Sipping on that rum feeling sweeter than molasses
Anxiety kicking no more blunts you could ash it

boy never taught self control
The cost of my living was more than I planned
So I held a needle like a gun in my hand

And I wish I was who I appear

more than friends
Now I party on guest mode (rattle, rattle, rattled)
So gone I don't feel at home, no
But I know she remember me (damn right)
Damn right

measurement
Hit you in the arms and legs more than just a detriment
You'll be sent to heaven, quite the opposite of heaven sent
When I started rapping I was

They're writing songs of love
But not for me
A lucky star's above
But not for me
With love to lead the way
I found more clouds of gray
Than any

back when you see you lost

Thinking shit is free but then forget that there's a cost

Nobody but myself gon help me make it out

Believe in myself more

di drop,
Now run go tell ya friends se dis one hot
Prapa tings, prapa tings,
Tender pour mi a drink pan di rock,
One more before u lock off di shop,

Fuck it 
I used to pray for better days but nothing more than this 
I still sit down and I think about some times when we was kids
cnd I still been

a MILF bitch, her name Kimberly
Close friends are more dangerous than an enemy
No pharmaceuticals, only herbal remedies
I will not poison my body with fake

on the pier
You stepped onto the sad with no shoes on your feet
I was hungry as hell and said I needed to eat
Something more than peanut butter on toast
I said

been working on my melody
While y'all out here acting out, I'm working on my energy
Nineteen, I've been trying to go and find identities
Close friends by

close the curtain
Close the curtain
Close the curtain
But god damn I'll be hurtin

Just fuels my pennnn
Won't be up till ten
More than a friend
I guess