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moves
But the money means nothing if you ain't got truth
Friends i will gain will be friends i will lose
If they don't wanna play by the rules
They be

Holla Topshelf for moon rock again

If I don't make it to home 
Off white on my tombstone
Swerve skrr on the road
Swerve skrr getting dome
Oww can we not

Just chasing the moon windows low music loud blunt on glow
Why speed when smooth and slow anything we like we go
That's the new game plan hand over

a free wold live and you learn with no regrettables
Rather be high off my own joy then those edibles
Shoot for the stars aim for the moon I ain't

shit always tryna cluck shit
Now I gotta son im moving smart and I love it
Im on my grown man shit single dad shit
Fuck uh bad bitch I'm tryna get mad

Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man come riding by
Saying fair young maid will you marry me?
And this dear sir was her reply

Oh no

Amber fields
As far as the eye can see
Trees of woe
Undisturbed by the wind

Beyond the horizon
It stretches evermore
This is no field of grass

We start our days with common words
We reached in the air, but man it burns
A whisper of lives from long ago
Came racing in voices singing low

dreamt

That I wasn't alone, on my own 

Now when I'm awake, I feel so lonely


I was surrounded by friends and family

But now nobody understands me

I

Cant hide lies man cause it ain't enough room
Won't like the way it feel I promise it'll be ya doom
Manifested straight from truth knew greatness

you by the heart boo
I bring you the moon girl
Make you live with the stars too
I buy you them roses
Just cause you make my heart bloom

A tight ole

on the moon
This is Hip Hop!

Heheee
"Who the fuck said that?
Who's this funny lil -dominoe - shaped - plangled- toe- cocksucker down here
Who just signed his

Sweet Aromatic Backwoods
Only stepping if the cash good
Fucking if she act good
Nigga this a crash course
A Ted Talk
I done seen live men hit a dead

the same Drizzy head in the clouds
Is Oscar still a grouch? Is my mans on the couch?
Talkin to the moon, bear in a big blue house
If the sky started falling

I answer to Eric, my hair is flaming red
I'm a west country man with fists as hard as lead
Tomorrow morning I'll march down to the sea 
And sign

Long as I can stare at the man in the mirror
Cuz what goes around comes around like a good year (Goodyear)
Live free 130 on the highway
On scene Palm

my soul right
Wanna live like the trap gods
Rockin gold chains
And driving fast cars
Fuck the moon I wanna go
To the bright stars
I'm in the left lane

there
Looking at me like you never cared
Called you the moon, then you changed faces that's when I got scared
I wish I knew you would trade places
Priest

got a homie in denial cus it's painful witness
How many tragedies it take for him to lock arms with us
I slick think we uncovered plans to live in

bane 

Every day, I die 
Emptiness so deep within 
Darkness takes hold 

Even a man with a noble heart 
Who says his prayers by night 
Can be condemned

look to the sky, but
Why watch the moon when I'm blinded by sunlight? It's time
I see you
I feel you now

The sound of a voice that's so faint yet so

on the streetcar
Celebration ends the moon leaves its spot
Two figureheads stare at each other but don't talk a lot
Removal of the outside influencers end up dead

Ever since I busted open that Trojan and I awoken from the womb
No fumigate
My future
Illuminates kinda like the moon
Monsoons flip my life up

gotta play

I see the same shit like every single day 
Man this is too old maybe just a whole phase
Like the moon, it's consuming homie
Been locked up in