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Sampson has time, gets the throwaway inside to the tight end, Mercedes Powell, whos held up straight away, but pushes through and gains a yard after
Call us Guerillas of the Mist, raunchy vocalists
(Your code name) Doc
What's your name? (Hot Nicks)
(Who them slick kids puffin' that shit holdin'
He wouldn't say he cared at all if you asked him.
You're heading for a fall brother it goes right past him.
In another world he's in another place
know how many times I drove by your place?
Skrr skrr, skrr skrr
Just to see if there's another nigga all in yo' face
And if it is, who the fuck?
I know
bitches time you cant get back
When I'm riding through expensive drip my foreign is matte black
I'm the hardest out say another name that shit cap
Say
kids
Away in the night
Hide by closed lids
Five goldfish
Swimmin' in the toilet
Flushed into another motherfuckin'
Dimension
Dementia of politicians
streams
Take another tiger to the king
Break him free
Take the virus off the mind while he flees
King of Tigers
Caged by conspirers
Foakley rats
Squeeked
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
his all
The monster in question's name is Adderall
It all started off with good intentions
Got a script from the doc cause he couldn't pay attention
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
Niggas feeling like Doc
No purgatory
Know that my mamas worry for me
And my papa learning from me
Ahead my time
I get it it's mine
Waving cause I know
only got two hands
Yea 248 This Time I dedicate until im in them
Golden gates paying homage to the greats
Wait until i hit my DOOMSDAY Daniel Dumile Doc
my hour was up and I was on my way
Now we got to the matter of why I came there
I said, "Doc, I keep havin these crazy nightmares"
Nightmares
places
Pop pills, drink liquor by the cases
Get high, make a woman get low
In the strip club looking for familiar faces
People know me on a first name
mans colour
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time
The cotton was high and the corn was
ball for another 50 years
And that is a BIG perhaps
I will probably die way before then
But say I got another 50 years (a good portion with the docs
detergent
Just hit me one time I'll upgrade you from nurse to a surgeon
Them hospital beds filled with imbeciles
Doing society favors by tryna get rid of you
tooth
And nail
And I traveled
By night, dear
You're a sight for sore eyes
I've been looking
All over the place
Up where the angels sigh
Down there
it now
Heating up, rolling pounds
Please give us another ounce
People suck, show the crowd
Four-star General, Colin Powell
Feeble luck, we own
a ticking time bomb
Another day, another brick, another stage, another chick, another raise, another lick Another taste, another hit, Another place, another
Everywhere I look there's another house negro
Talkin about they people and how they should be equal
They talkin but the conversation ain't goin nowhere
You
But without insane
End-times oracles
All up in your brain
God's gonna judge
If you don't abstain
Couldn't even stop
Blood spilled by Cain
Think you'll
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
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