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a script by Sorkin
But I'm not your Rosebud, so leave me in the snow

I'm a little too Mitski, I'm a little too Misty
For your carefully curated taste

and don't get offended
Word around town yeah them migos connected
You walk around like you got money present it
Stop by the doc got the scripts they

him send the brick
Got a long stick
But you kno that shotty got the kick
By the way we flipping scripts
You could tell that is a hit
Money calling
Take

the script by heart
Mine is the villain's part
The only time he complies
Is during excorsize
But there's a limit to
The amount of push-ups i can do
Like maybe

I can't find the words
That I can live by
I just edit the script
When it goes awry
It's okay, it's alright
We'll find our way tonight
And tomorrow

up

I'm just a young but OG, keep it B-I-G
Raised on these streets where the real ones be
Ain't playin' by the rules, flipping the script
Middle

coming home
I know my time coming so I check the mirror
Meanwhile, grab the ice out the cooler

Gettin' them scripts by the pint
4 by the bottom, 8 in

Gone Be Straight

Gettin' them scripts by the pint
4 by the bottom, 8 in the phantom
Shouts out goes to molly
Shouts out East Atlanta
Shouts out

The Shining Hour

Grant Lee Buffalo

Fuzzy

1993

For room and for board
And the backdoor key is a 
19th century civil war sword
Once owned by John Booth
Who misplaced his script 
When he caught

a scumbag
I'm coming only for you, but one day
I'll get your family too

The whole morning been like a fantasy
One with a bad script, written by

realised from 06
That the scripting was a blessing

I feel blessed
Though my life is a script
Perfectly written by a King
To be in line with my dreams
Every

I just caught a glimpse
How the fuck did I miss that?
Thinking this was it
Writing from a fool's hand
Going over scripts
Misled by a new land

flip
Brick by brick
Pussy, stick to the script
Shake your body, I will be quick
Fornication, bitch, I feel kinda' horny
Rich sex, you my princess, my

Harmonized by the breath of vacancy
Disarmed scripts lie death awakens me
Cleansed
Showered by the now
Apparitions scrape my peripherals
In a visceral state

by one
And flip the script on us, paint us with a gun
No son, no Sir, can't tolerate this right hurr
And they medicate us so our vision is a blur, word

Evilized

Tiamat

Sumerian Cry

Born on a gloomy night
Raised the evil way
A son of an unnamed
Born by freak

Molten books, ancient scripts
Dreadful tales of evil ways

right?
Have I lost my mind, lost my mind

Now I dance around her heart, like an actor plays the part.
I hit the stage and I get blinded by the light,
I

dummies are blinded by all this nonsense
Flip the script make all the oxygen toxic
Like go fight now
Yeah do it right now
Oh you choking 
I know sometimes

the fence)
This one is a hit and I'm aiming for the fence
Don’t put me in that game
I’m gon’ turn into a massacre
I’m down by a lot
I flip the script quick

to steer me into a coma, toast
It’s like I’m tearing up a script written by Nicholas Sparks
Deleting pictures of its cast members finish to start
And I try

your buddies
Always stuck by and not by anybody
Writing without writing, using scripts That's deciphering
Ones and oh's, cons and pros is a delightful

on the grind, I'm sticking to the script
Smoked by the zip
Shawty got lost in the sauce, she lost in the drip
I'm lost in the hips, lost in the chips
I'm lost in

with
Loose scripts blown by airs
That regulate ownership, newness,
Registration, license,
Stoppage quotas,
Monthly cycles,
Car door exit clipping bike

walks
Ride Bikes
Road trips
Take flight
Easy, we talk life
You the one, I say it twice
You the one, by far
Don't need script
I know my lines by heart
Hold