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thru the whine.
And the Wichita Lineman, 
is still on the line.
I know I need a small vacation.
But it don't look like rain.
And if it snows that stretch

Sometimes I don't believe in my God
But I've got to give it every shot
Sometimes love is all I got
But I've got more bills in the wok
I just crept

'Cause my heart is in the future
And I know where I belong, it just takes time
Fast forward, now I'm twenty-two
Half a million after taxes
Just to make

know times are gettin' hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would

the real
Like unemployment and light bills
Cans of Enfamil
Or living off major labor deals
But what would I know about that?
No reasonable doubt, came in

like I'd rather read Grinch 
Let me read snitch
Cause society's being held together by one stitch
I don't wanna get fucking rich

I'm left in a ditch I

at Home
Release your songs
Where is the sequel 

I got bills go play your games
Just like “Linda” flap my Wings 
In this Wild Life Chase my dreams 
Onto

we made his ass beat his feet
These niggas supa scared of us, we always had them two two threes
If i get to eat you get to eat it ain't no starving
By

time I headlined
They begged for me
Last time I had no whip I bought 3
Now it's gold bottles flooded to the feet
Roc Boy
Ciroc Boy
Now in Ramada Boy
By

Where is the sequel
I got bills go play your games
Just like "Linda" flap my Wings
In this Wild Life Chase my dreams
Onto bigger brighter things
It

stands promoting their big scam 
I drive by laughing in a fly ass 
Fleetwood broham 
You know what man 
Hard work pays bills 
Stay creative stay ILL
Tell

me back, how I'm gone demon kill
Aye he said he charge 300' I'm like what's the deal
How you do a song then you charge some bills
Aye you ever lose

have things fi duh you can't sit down on look, Simple example how the pot  it ago cook, we know you don't read by looking at the book,if put on shoes you

freak love to suck me
Til my soul gone
You ain't had it in a week
Dont prolong
Ima skeet skeet
Like that ying yang song
Pin her to the bed
Grab her by her

to a toast
Cos she know lately I’ve been popping up just minus the toast
Can’t push the buoy into water see I was destined to float
That’s a reference for

of Soul Train
Sheeit, lame as the old host of Soul Train
I do gangsta music, FUCK Soul Train!
All blacks got is BET
Pardon me, that shit's owned by MTV

Baby Mama

Evette

Lately

2005

a baby mama 
I see ya payin' ya bills 
I see ya workin' ya job 
I see ya goin' to school 
And girl I know it's hard 
And even though ya fed up 
With

who's looking now?
Ayo, better take a look around

Take a took around 
Baby girl you know I really put it down 
In my town 
This a new sound 
They mad

out, ended up tryna break it
I can’t lie I fucking hate it
That shit trash, please stop making songs
My shit crack, I re-rock it I’m on
This fly shit got

on fire, who need fire verses
It's true that the masses needed songs for healing
But I'm a Black male too, you should know the feeling
We was teens watching

I saw you the first time
I didn't know if I was losing my mind
It didn't take long 
I sang you a song you walked and asked me to come along

You got

Hook
I can’t sleep 
I gotta reach my brews in these streets
Can’t eat 
Cause i know it’s skin deep

I can’t sleep
So many cried in these streets
I

see the signs
Pardon me, still hurt by all the ones that tried me
Tried me, tried me, tried me, tried me
Know you wanna get beside me
Won't you show

shoulders as the candle drips and dies
Driving out the tear smeared figure that I used to know as you (you)
Your heel grinds out the cigarette stub you used