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some, fears of my music that's thrown
Into the garbage, how come?
I cannot make my sound heard by the entire world?
But creating is all I want to do with

queasy
Tune into the madness
Transfixed and bewitched by the flickering TV

Up, hold up, don't touch that dial
Look at our isle of muck and bile
With

Bigger Picture

Cam'ron

The King of Ohio

2009

the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just

DRIVEN BY THE DEVIL

Uh-u-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-a-haaa
Yahoo!

When I was a little kid
I let the devil buy my soul
Uh-yeah

He bought it for

a booty?"
Like a thousand, ooh girl, you gon' learn today, come get this poundin'
I'm not finished, I'ma hit it in the shower
So get that thang tooted,

have it with D.O.T
True hours tell a dumb guy straight
Do bits on a tune boy, big bellied rude boy
So I ain't punching above my weight

Bits, bits

It's the crooked side of life but you get used to it
I'm crooked when it comes to cash making money burning gas
This town and that but never touching

a coffin
We keep clips like that man Robert
Dinero I need my profits
Rock yo block like Dwayne Johnson
Stop that talking
Glock inside my britches
I ain't

in the car, I didn't stop it
I took them to second avenue, lost 'em (lost 'em)
Lost 'em (lost 'em), babies to me, Johnsons (Johnsons)
Come play with

A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten

It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands

the birds
It come to me, I'm chuckin' deuces
I stay loyal to the soil
Never out here breakin' truces
On this road, there's bumps and bruises
Either you won't

Every time I look into society today
It's always filled with muthafuckaz tricking the others with the fake!
Saying I'm a bad influence cuz my mind is

impressed by the charm
And I'm coming with the fire go and ring the alarm
Ughh

What goes up must come down
I'll probably go up, but I ain't coming back down

people
I know there's something out there
Something to help us unify
I'm fine with the wall
And if comes down to it
I will not bow down to stupid
People

to something is like blasphemy 
Now you gotta come home and kick back with me

Clumsy and I love it I'm embarrassed on the daily   
Awkward silly shy I think my

that here it comes
That smoke for your lungs
That sound before your hung
I'm just brutal
You're quite Futile
Diss you four times
That's quadruple
You

Morning

Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jordan Peterson, Johnathan Johnson

I know you’re probably gonna hate me in the morning
Even though I

I'm Magic Johnson's 
death in a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another 
breath 
'cause, I write the songs like Barry Manilow 
I like my

SYL

Jesus First

Jesus first
I put Jesus first
Jesus first
I put Jesus first
Just like the head needs a body Jesus needs his church
And when your

Mike with it baby I've been strippin
If you smell what I'm cookin Dwayne Johnson
Why the hell are you looking at my Johnson
Try to call the cops on me

Twenty Years Ago

Kenny Rogers

Decade of Hits

1997

[Chorus]
All my memories from those days come gather round me
What I'd give if they could take me back in time
It almost seems like yesterday
Where do

saucy
Need a down to ride bitch don't want one bossy
Doing all that thieving ain't worth what it cost me
Talking bout I can't come over we'll that's where

of expertise 
And seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick
Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea?
It's about the best we could come up with

advised to come with it near”

Well don’t you know I only want to fly,
Away from this old life

‘Cause, for every safe bet you do
You got six times