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write songs about me?

Do you write songs about me?

Well I do, fuck you, here it goes

You get away from me

You better fucking thank me
For how I'm

Insane

Magoo

Under Construction, Pt. II [Clean]

2003

Her face in the mirror like she wasn't burried
I drink Hypnotiq let my conscience go (go)

[Magoo]
Tim you need to take it slow (slow)

searching like Hunter on the couch
She wanted yellow
Don't you think
But she's the prettiest, so she got pink
Nothing bigger than her smile
Ann Hart
Was

be at my show if she gone
How imma get her a rolls when i'm on
How imma go on the road on my own
How it gon feel when she not on my phone
How she gon

Yeah we've been having fights for a very long time
I just think that we should you know, sit down
And talk about it
Baby I know what I said
And I

and wouldn't even give her a slice
Took us out like the Wild West ate our wild rice
How the world turns watching murder on a device
So I write every word meant

the Staples by the showroom 
I’m getting big cash 
Peep how my bitch bad 
Double Cs double GS 
With her big ass 
She exotic for deposits 
She gone ride it like

wrote it
Been spitting heat now my shit getting potent
Tricks on his bitxh now she wave like ocean
Made her sing like an ocean 2
Then that hoe tried

thrax all around in a two seat
Don't talk about my feelings, write it on a looseleaf
Im mixing the weed with the liquor, get woozy
She giving that brain,

my part
Then again I might just carry know I’m the best by far
Don’t know how to love I drop bitches faster than my car
Better pay me my respect ima

real, this shit is not a game.
Its not a game
So let them talk, let them say what they will,
I'll keep writing sad songs, im going uphill
It's not about

cuz my vision can be clear
With my pen on the pad and my writing just went mad like the anger of my dad
Talk about it cuz it's funny i don't get it how

memories are timeless
Remember when she told me that I wasn't her best option
Now I got more options than them colleges on offense
So if I run into her I

me crash, I'm havin' mo' bucks Ain't bout no cash a no show, I can't show up
She said she fuck me good, she need a bag, I told her so what
Fuck nah,

over her big tits...

Her face looks like it's face of a horse, oh yeah,
Imagine how I will fuck her from behind pulling her by her ponytail
Yeah, dirty

that girl, being broken but it's an illness
How you gonna lie about G-check? Anything to get mob ties, I'm sick of these niggas
Don't know how I'm

for her by any means
So run your pockets
Vroom, vroom, got one speed i'm zooming
Told her if she got another option she should choose it
Why you looking

and while stoned I figured out 
How to store it all in something steaming like methamphetanyl  vapors 
cnd that's what's up and what it's all about

Do you

actually preach
They learn from me educator how I always teach tap into higher consciousness without blowing hasheesh 
I'm so wavey man am hated by the beach

need to be remembered by the heart i have the rhymes i write
I change my habits so fast dont ever mess with my tribe 
Yeah you will sell for a bribe 
In

wanted to just write something personal and
See where it takes me
So uh, ahem
Here we go
Age 12, saw my mom get cornered in the pantry
Uncle feelin' up her

to make it all better
Fuck it
This is by far the hardest song to write
There's so many things I wanna say but I cant
Maybe if I sing it loud enough the wind

her
Now I wonder who she's fuckin'
Like I might stalk her
Then I talk myself down from that
I'm better, never
Even bein' around in fact
Write it down in

want you to pick up your phone

I don't even know what we talk about
but I couldn't really care about the world around
and I need your hand to hold me