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If it's real or just a different hell
And by tomorrow yeah I doubt that I've even fell
Kinda funny you didn't like me in the cell
But you
You're

want to find mine I know I wasn't planning time
My heart is like a land mine and I already planned time

For when they try to stand by
My name isn't Mary

by the water cooler
Probably gonna overdose
Before I get this album to ya
I make my money
I don't let my money make me
I go crazy over money
So

get her hella flowers
I'ma show you niggas how to get some feminine powers
Gonna grab her by her neck and then you're gonna devour
Gonna beat that booty

at dawn to the city lights,
We shared our days and our starry nights.

cs the years roll by, and we grow old,
These memories of love, they're worth more

ain't meant to die and ascend
You're sure it's better this way?
I know the answer's regret
And still I'll gaze at the stars
The younger me in the dark

your records in the store
Don't let me be a rapper that just do it like a chore
They lacking creativity, I know they're gettin' bored
Let's take it back

Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka

I'm super driven by the world right
Number one, leave you back in the bag
Where y'all made me look bad
Cause I wasn't that wack
Highest in the room

You know sometimes you gotta be the worst version of yourself
To see what you're doing wrong and sometimes the truth might
Stink because it provides

in
Some angels in Your section were destined for greatness
But You changed the narrative, different story You painted
I know they're in a better place

inside me
Maybe I've drawn too many conclusions bout the world I see
But I don't know, another day goes by with you baby
Everything's alright when you're

Pick up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Depeche Mode
Personal Jesus
Violator album

Adjusting his tie, the sweat had begun to pool in all

but you know Chromie rich
He think we tied, but we’re not no gang cause you a bitch
Never had no women friends cause i always gotta hit
UAway so fuckin

and I'll hang up
Aye aye aye
Niggas thought they knew me
This the new me
Honestly and truly
Living in my dreams they're lucid
Wont' forget you called me

Love, Love, Love, Love, Love

But you're not OBINNA

Written by: Kenny Obinna Umeh

The message through the bottle 
Grab the Devil by the horns full throttle 
Lightning striking twice ain't too odd 
When you're looking for a sign from your god

Gang
Boy, I start on one, I let y'all know
This gon' be the hardest and realest album y'all heard in a minute
Boy, it still ain't go
Ayy, I'm that

album with three lines
The blueprint, focus the bul
Now my pockets are full and my niggas are straight
Hold up, part in the flow, let me bet on this race

This is the Ghanaway of thinking about cfrican cmericans 
Thank god we're not an cfrican cmericans 
Favorite food watermelon n chicken wen hungry
Wen

et d're-biès comme Marc en vrai 
Même sans C j'fais des jokes débiles j'suis con sans trait 
Fais péter les cuivres et même un peu d'cowbell
Voix de

utter devastation and desecration
Only to be compensated by communist occupation
Excuse my fragrance,
I am the shit
Pre-post, and after it
You're laughing

gauge
Internal warfare, maybe I should burn some sage
Moving by my lonely Lord knows
I been full of rage
Wanna spazz out on a nigga
But no I been well

I disconnected the phones
The fourth album turned into a horror show
Embarrassing yes I know
Might live stream your demise
cpologize to your wives
You