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me, try for me
Fly to new horizons in brand new cities
Die for me, die to try and find affinity

Flying by to try and find my conscience
Ever since you

Touching my soul
And your eyes are there
Reading my mind
You love to see my smile
You love to hold me down
And lift me up
Gain my trust
Never gotta tell em

In my HEART, in my BRAIN, when my PLANS ARE ON LOCK
Man I’m try to make it happen cause I’m all grown up
Forget the age, man I’ve been ready
I’ve been

is
But I know I won't receive an answer
Rather faster I'ma die of fucking lung cancer

Tell me Poland are you ready
Dawać dywan i konfetti
For the next

We need to get going, we need to get out of here
You ready
Beautiful, what I’ve become
Far from the usual
Seed, from the plum, the IT for me

you really are
Hoping that just maybe, I can be a part
Of putting words in the things that reside in your heart like
Yeah, I've been feelin I have

to belong
Ain’t a damn thing fair but there was time now
Like ready, fire, aim, kid, shoot your eye out
I am but Jack’s hacked outlook on life
That’s that

Daddy got a brand new bag
Blue stacks in the sack
Green grass 
Mess the oxygen up
It's a fact that these raps are an Option for us 
Got the cheese

The things we do for money a blessing and a curse
I'm packaging the work lookouts are on alert
The blocks hot the boys and blue they out here on a search
They

Look at those two
They don't even know
What they are getting themselves into
Walking inside that old downtown coffee house

It's a first date
Both

And the preachin
Bout some shit I've never seen
But neither have they
What is they sayin
I thought it happened
Way back in the day
How are you
Smacking your lips

Whether I open or I close eyes
I see oppression
My brothers getting shot by the cops
It’s so depressing
Trying not to stress because I know it’s in

What goes up must surely come down
But I ain't ready for the comedown 
I'm just a kid from a small town 
I ain't done shit but I've been around 
Once

pull me from the sinking sand
You're the only salvation

Lord my sins are the symptoms
But my sin is the sickness
Cleanse my heart by Your Spirit
It's my

I miss the good old days
Where we could play outside
The only worry was
To be home by nine
Before mom and dad
Begin to worry about you
Life is full

We give you our ways
Searching for glory days
We give you our ways
Hey, searching for glory days
Dark colored leaves, dragged along the dirt, smoke

It’s hard to know when to sleep
When the sun stays in one place
It’s hard to know when to wake
When stars are always shining

They said you can't

My jokes are trailed by nervous laughter
Eyebrows raised up to the rafters
Thought they would like a dash of my dark humor
Dissociation disaster

[01:04.690]TEAM WANG label what I made
[01:06.170]You ain’t ready We gon slay
[01:07.770]You are you I am me
[01:09.340]No need comparison man Staying hundred 247

the spell
Feelin's are in great detail 
Man I can't even read myself like I'm made of Brail
I hate this cell
This is my acquainted jail
Tainted by the paint

man comeback to life.
My days are full of heavenly joy and I have a clear site.
The savior is calling you to become a dead man that comebacks to Him

surviving
im blooming, so are my buds

[chorus]
((never)) too many peas in the p-p-p-p-pod
((if one)) of us is eating its a feast for the squad
((leggo))

up at the tower
and ready to get some flower, it's steady and I'm like "come on"
they knew the lyrics reverberate through the spirit 
hyperbole when

shit Fox News, yeah
Form ready, left behind like tire marks
Heated up with all this knowledge
You can call that FireFox
Know I let the hands talk
Crew