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Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down

Friends

won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head

Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line (tell 'em)
Album's on sale, I'm working

the clique, I said
Not By The Hair On My Dummy Fat Dick
And if that tummy have a kick, imma abort that shit
Support no kid, .44 to your forehead if
You talking

up
I gotta make sure that they heard it right
Album laced up
While you drop a flip flop
All my crystals moonwalk
But the wrist don't tick-tock
I ain't

To love

I'm so glad I wrote myself and album
To pull me out when horribly wrong
Had to say it in multiple songs
She so abusive consumed by the noice
Her

a Nightmare Brain
It tells me where I can go insane

Having bad dreams about the dead
I guess some things are better left unsaid
I'm trying to go to bed
Same

months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my soul's worn, my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein' operated on
I'm ducked the fuck down while I

I say where you going, where you at?
You thought we were done so you left stat
I can't keep saying it's my bad
At some point it ain't my bad
I talked

Reezy
In my brain, in my brain

I don't really know her game
Shawty act like she don't know my pain
Jiggy boy when she call me by my name
And she

beliefs So Take a seat
You never really had say 
I'm Sicker than the black plague could best you on a bad day
You snakes wanna hide fine I'm smoking out

Track: “Infected (feat. Benjels) [prod. Benjels]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020

back home
These are the locks of my brain that I broke
And dove into so you can know what I know
And this album is more of that
I've got so many stories

Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap

Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars

rewind
(I wanna let go)

Why won't you get out of my head?
I wanna forget you so bad

Let the laser laser erase your name from my brain
Yeah, from my brain

Rock Out

Tech N9ne

Catastrophic Event Specialists

2017

don't need a codename
Mister billion a, really don't play
Augment a intellect silicone brain
Numbing up my nerve now I'm feeling no pain
Loading up

has been plagued
By virus that we made
That is corrupting your weak brain
Welcome to the matrix
Please enter the spaceship
This is not a day trip
Pack

you (by you)
I just told a bad bitch "Slide through" (slide)
Two-seater, hop in, she can ride through (ride)
Whip the Ferrari through the Chick-fil-A

Things

Robbie Williams

Swing When You're Winning [Expanded]

2001

Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'

hearing the speed I exhibit
And they fearing it
And steering it
This the final war I'm declaring it
By the end of this album you'll be so fucking shook

want to reach at least a million)
Dropping this after dark ambient
Feels strange but that's okay
I'm bambiing for some uh
(Bitch slay)
Making albums

everything, but don't do shit about it
I'll kick your ass so bad, I'll knock the shit up out it
I'm the GOAT, wrapping up? No, I'm just getting started
Young

indecision
That's how you get played everywhere
Like you're in syndication
Been known to bed it 'til I
Get it to a single digit
Spill my brain into the drain

to the ground
Oh I hope you're entertained
By the way I contain
All the thoughts in my brain
And how I deal with pain
Maybe you feel the same
Maybe music is your

decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done