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that she wanna discuss 
Told I ain’t got time, no it ain’t no front 
(Just listening to my intuition) 
No it ain’t no front
(Just listen in to your

outside just ain't right
We got to stick together just to weather
Insane fights for our rights
And would you believe
If we could agree
That every single one

time I fell
Made to believe that I'm going to hell
Hoping that you can save me from myself
The devil keeps rubbing my flaws on my face
Lord I ain't got

Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Cause them days go by in the blink

You young nigga, and you ain't puttin' love over these hoes
You ain't textin' shawty back knowin' you fuckin' after shows
Got a girl at home, your

ever be great, probably not but still
What really will make me consider myself real
Call the devil, ask him if we're ready to make a deal
But would you

time for cashing out they don't seem pathetic
If you ain't get wise in the street you can't be wise Nigga
Backstabbing shit in the street so pick your

head
Almost got the money, power, & respect that I wanted
But still ain't feeling like I'm next 
Next ain't feeling like an option
Opting for

Momma warn me devils on you
Keep playing with that fire boy that shit a burn you
Been crossed by my family stabbed by my homies
Been crossed by my

You got to work on yourself
So I'll stick around, niggas think I'm a clown
But his shorty's new necklace is my leather belt
Pimping ain't easy my nigga

but it's street gossip
It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time he see him, it might

The Saga of Jenny

Julie Wilson

Sings the Kurt Weill Songbook

1988

your gun solar mill competition got to chill ill
Carolina you all run down
Shaggy's not around do you know how you sound
Coming over here asking for

my heart pushed you away I ain't wanna put you through that 
I've been driving for a hour Ion even know where I'm at 
I got bitches that say they love

wants to get above snow before the club
But that three for fifty got her laying on the rug
I ain’t staying I’m just gone like a race for the finals
My

Being real in this and I'll speak on it
How much truth I gotta spill til' you take a sip
I just say it how it is if I'm feeling it
If I got something

buss it buss it
Aint got time to
Put mans in a coffin
If he a opp, then mans gon drop him
Yeah
Buss it buss it
Two tone diamonds flossing
Mans got ice

the hard times, we can yours mine 
It ain't over thug, God got a plan for you

Babygirl, I hope you make it, through that pregnancy, through that car

the diamonds
That's some shit I can't entertain, ain't got the time for it
Money only thing on my brain, chain on me shining
Big rocks, type when I walk by it

This my time to get it straight
Ain't no time for no debate
Ain't nobody I got to thank
I been moving state to state
Travel through all those who hate

spare time
After I birth the cows
I mill my lumber
And I set the pieces down
This one matched with this by natural plan

I'm not an artist
I don't have

I got 99 problems bitch you ain't 1

I swear these bitches ain't a problem to me
I'm a queen got 'em bowing to me
It's like a bunch of birds

Had faith but it ain't that simple
They use a symbol to get us assembled
Just fear in a God make us trust a devil
Imma get well sittin' by

Hook:
No matter what I’m faced with 
I’m always gonna push through
Push through 
I ain’t got nothing to prove to you
Just doing what I gotta do

V1:

to you the devil always out of sight
On the way to the top I'll be alright
I'ma sign a UMG when the fucking time is right
You can laugh, you can hate all