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And they wonder why we don't come around
What's that
Smoke weed up by the pound
Fuck around, you don't need to make a sound
Yeah, we feed the aesthetic

why your head bop, cuz CT made the beat knock
You call that bitch a dime, I laugh she's a three tops
Thankin God I had composure at them police stops

Bop nigga aye
Look look look BOP look I'm tryna get next to you
You got some friends them I'm tryna get next to you
If he's a ham then I'm tryna get

by the Space Invaders
so I said: can I see you later
Ah yeah we went for a little spin down to the Holiday Inn

WE WERE YOUNG AND IN LOVE WE WERE YOUNG

pants
Backwood in my hand, in a few, this bitch might be your mans
No I don't dance, might do a lil' bop with racks inside my hands
I'm the sickest in my

casket, cut these bitches by me trauma
Can't lie, I miss my hoe, I love that bitch just like my mama
I still got her low, a nigga messed up for the summer

It's your normal day
And this is the Ceianna Bop
Let's get into it
Daddy says, daddy balls
Yeah
Ceianna bopping i'm punching my head
Take yo ass

Singing, Holy Mount Zion
Holy Mount Zion
Jah sitteth in mount Zion
And rules all creation
Yeah, we're, we're jammin' (bop-chu-wa)
Bop-chu-wa-wa-wa, we're

seen niggas bang and bleed on the same block
Bop, bop, bop
Yea, fuck opps'
Just to get gunned down by the fucking cops
Niggas that look like
Might try

on top of your beef get jiggy
If you been out in the streets get jiggy
If you know your boy got got by the A92 beg you get up and go get chingy

Oluwa ese

no need for a caption
I got put on by four niggas
Wasn't need for no bandage
I did my stuff like a young nigga
That's how I'm s'posed to handle it

a lil fiend 
I give her the D
N I watch her eyes roll
Drippin off  (OFF)
I’m not worried bout the cost (COST)
I’m not worried bout a bop (BOUT A BOP)
How

Conversation Via Radio (Do You Ever Wonder)

Blue October

Consent to Treatment

2000

You must be broken
By a thousand ways of wasting time
Get to the point
And off a hundred lines a week
No need to change my mind
A cleaner shade

back when
Our spirits used to dance with each other
We been smokin gas, yeah, this is so romantic
I never wanna press fast forward
You treat me like

with Jerry Lewis

Here's a toast to the most romantic intention
It's that art of the heart most worthy of mention
So pay attention here's to love

help it no no lonely romantic wanna see you panic
This no love letter this a death note
Took her by the hand then the sharty never wanna let go
Oh uh oh

What life really means
By all means
Your love is all I've been wanting
Trade a life no thought about it
Gave you mine
Without a doubt about it
Knew you

The times we sit down to talk

Time goes by and you get romantic
Your attitude predicts where I'm going
You know you're my Jali, I'm your boy
Oh, na, na, na,

You're a freaky girl
You do only fans
I don't want you on my screen
I want you in my hands
I can be romantic
Give you all the roses
But I'd rather have you

Aye No Genre
Baby got me sleepless
Shawty got me weepless
I don't cry when I'm by your side
Unless they tears of happiness
You had my heart

and the potholes
I was raised by the motherfuckin' Glock, woah
Choppa hit him, make a nigga Diddy Bop, woah
Choppa hit him, make a nigga Milly Rock, woah (whoa,

Unanswered Question

Amel Larrieux

Morning

2006

triggers everything to come tumbling down

into the pit of my stomach
Boulders and butterflies coexist
That chemical reaction shared by all romantics

Aw shit
Three icy ass niggas from Odd Future doin' some crazy shit
(Bitch)
By the way, we do punch bitches

I'm swagging bitch (swag), I'm iced

I Only Have Eyes for You

Houston Person

Soft Lights

1999

My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but you
Sha bop sha bop

Are the stars out tonight
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright