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Topher Grace
Simmer down the wet confetti, the geneticists still aren't ready to come home so I'm alone for
now. One trick phoney to the three act

don't stand by the whip
Money to blow this a fan not a vent
Mean what I say so I said what I meant
Don't answer the text less it's nasty as shit
No pass

My circle tight so I'm gon treat them like my only ones
Hope we make it home tonight don't forget to hit the ATM
Welcome to the Exotic Boys I told

Look he needa tuck it down
By the way he look at me
I know his game rye
But pretty boys don't give it all out on the same night
Let's go to Paris

are my sons so I'd dangle you from my balcony
Boy I'm MJ in his prime
But I haven't even peaked yet
Im eating for the table I don't even have a seat yet

can relive your coziest snow day
Let's write a verse about how much we hate adults
And let's hope that time stops
Let's write about boys that know how

A boy turns to his father and he just can't understand
Why the other kids have ipads while he's still got action man
A dozen factories closed their

Or talking that you tryna do
See the life that i live and you think its amazing
Well that shit don't happen by chilling
I'm on the road to get millions
I hope

boring
The summers out of reach
Empty lake
Empty streets
The sun goes down alone I'm driving by your house
Don't even know if ur home
But I can see you

Small town boy from Kansas, chasing down a dream
Found my way to New York, scary as it seems
Traded grass for pavement, cricket sounds for cars

over with an open beer
By a sheriff's deputy
We used to work at the Stop-N-Go
He walked up and just laughed at me
I'm not ashamed of where I'm from

witness
On God boy I ain't kiddin'
I mean I don't judge a soul
Love the life that you live
I just don't got the discipline I like to fuck, smoke, sip
I like

the percs yeah we live to escape
Pull up late in some off white bape
Writtin these bars while I pull from the tank
Blowin this smoke while I break by the lake

the street
And they progress
And we retreat

And all the books our fathers wrote
Are in the middle of the road
Little by little, we implode
History

Brra, brra, uh

Frozen jewels, only fuck with hoes that choose
Catch me rolling, holding tools
I was home from dues, that's all of that provoking

fuck wit me, but she ain't fuckin me
It's like I'm a sissy by making everyone run from me
And I sit and watch them leave
'Cause I wanna see y'all

the mother f**king ball
Give me a ball
Give me
Give me a ball
Then I was found by an amazing league
I signed a contract and started to earn the money money

I woke up two years ago, with no memories, in your home
And I thank you for all of your help, since you nursed me back to health
How I got here,

out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral

damn crown
The boys in blue clothes got new holds, new submissions
I give the grey youth straight truth, no euphemisms 
Y'all played the dozens, my

a pleaser
Baby needs a squeezer
Henny by the liter
She tryna bite my dick and you bitin' on my style
Is your name Sharkeisha?
Paint you like the Mona

that evil can't touch me
It all started back home
In the motherland
Red, Gold, Green, Black Star
You don't understand!
Royal Blood so I'm livin' so godly

He watches the clock on a Friday 
The hands moving slower with time 
It's 4:55 
He can't wait to drive 
His ass home and get out of his tie 

He

me like a broke toy
Broke boy, ain’t making noise can’t even pay the ticket
I fuck wit your vision baby but I can not build ya
I make a play by myself