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her shit like the 4th of July
Say it don't hurt see the pain in her eye
What you on cuz I'm down with whatever
By yourself for the worst or the better

enemies hide behind all them smiles

I probably never make it out, what I seen cause the doubt
Speeding to destruction, it's too late to turn it all around

wanted the world of you
You wanted the same of me
Is this the same dream I see
This is behind the scenes
And I think that one day
These scenes
We can play

do it wit ease baby no pressure

Uh n I'm poppin uh
Remember days we was robbin' uh
And I'm on my shit year man ain't no one stopping us

Pop 2 bars

Sunday
Shadow-gaze until doomsday 
Distance grows into longing
But barely a week has gone by

I owe some money, it's deeper than oceans
Spliff to my lip,

Aye look, I can't stop, it's three in the morning, I'm in my Benz
Thinkin' bout the late nights and crazy shit that we be in
Thinkin' bout the four

the room
The smell is so fragrant
Patient with her
But when I'm anxious
It make the moments better
I ain't really a writer
For her
I'll write a four page

you driving a four by two
Log off, imaginary motion, I'm you ten fold
Shooter finna give yo brother wings like he Red Bull
My Off White is drowning,

to skate
I am fueled by what I hate
Medication got me numb
Only way I'm feelin sum
Late night posted with my drum
If I up it they gon run
Life's a joke that

Do you remember
Losing track of time
And making ourselves late
Racing together down that hill
As the clock read 9:58
Beating hearts were beating faster

Over this past year, been hurt by a girl
Had a bro that I had to shut the door
Closed that bitch to open four more
Most people don't know that I'm ready

I really be in that mode
Them late nights bitch I be done made bout 4-5 songs literally
Lil kiddy feelings shit i want Benz back dealing with loss

just need to catch my breath;
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture. Frozen landscape,
Chill this room for twenty-four days.
Evergreens.

a three o' five
I know it's actually the four but girl you caught my eye
Something to give, just give me your time a moment
Something gon' give, so this is

bout ah Knick, I'll get on Julius
Randle ass He ain't bout it like he say he is,
I caught him by surprise He ain't thuggin' like he say he do, I see it

like missin' a friend to whom you never visit (Luke 6:46-49)
Moved by the Holy Ghost, we breakin' through our limits
This ain't hearsay, homie, I'm

niggas hiking now

Adios
Don't hang with Sylvester's I was late to lectures
They was tryna test us I just wanna party yo
I like having sex uh I gave up

to learn to love getting up at 3am
So I can make it to a train that leaves at four
cnd makes it to the city by seven

Then hop on the subway 
cnd not be late

doesn't seem right (seem right)
Yeah, but she's still mine
I told her she was a soft sight for my sore eyes
Cause I haven't slept in like four nights
But

by your side
Our dancing days are behind us
But I still see you circle and glide          
Finally the music stops playing
And you're no longer dancing

your girl too

Man just like G Eazy

I am never scared 

I am getting money

Those clowns in the back

They may think it’s funny

But they up at 4 in

To You
You Lying On Some Bitches That Ain't Never Did It To You
You Let The Storm Of Hate Come Upon You
But Was Too Late To Stop The Thunder
All That Fake

who we'll be
By the time we get off
Four years nearly
At it's close

Everything is the last
Innocent days in the
Art room when I was
Only just meeting

just need to catch my breath;
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture. Frozen landscape,
Chill this room for twenty-four days.
Evergreens.