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am
I count my days, waiting for something to change
But I keep getting stuck in a rut with no end

I don't know why I'm still going
I'm stuck on this

of jail and they couldn't trace it
It's a mystery, can't even solve the case
Don't be that nigga put on a plate

I took his bitch, he mad at me
It was

Rebel Rebel

David Bowie

The Singles: 1969-1993

1993

sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we

about it, yeah
Told me 73, they don't really care bout you
It's fuck them niggas & I'm sprayin bout it
Sleep paralysis everytime I sleep, summ by bed

I don't even care about stars, so why I care about who you are?
so don't trip, you didn't made me, I don't own you shit
I'm focus on own, gotta

to influence
Minds of boys and girls
Now I write my own music
And get hit up by these kids
Telling me they struggles
And how they don't wanna live
I tell 'em you

sound track
Better out here by myself 

Don't get so close
But put your name up on it
Leave me alone
But don't you lose your focus
Running through my mind

I'm going down
I'm goin under I'm going to drown
If you don't give me a chance to make things right
I can't imagine life with you not by my side
I

Trust my word I'm up next I'm not one of them (Yeah my word)
Really going in
I won't disappoint me count on myself (Yeah myself)
Do it properly when I do

To be a light, to be your guide

If you should feel that I don't really care
And that you're starting to lose ground
Just let me reassure you that you

dollar from me
(dollar from me)
Fuck a G what's a bottle to me? (Bottle)
Run a G what's a model to me?
Ah you don't really wanna do it
(don't do it) all my

don't fuck with you, you a cabŕon
Nigga you a op, we don't get along (We don't)
Gotta count these racks so leave me alone
Fuck love, R.I.P Tentacion

don't fuck with you, you a cabŕon
Nigga you a op, we don't get along (We don't)
Gotta count these racks so leave me alone
Fuck love, R.I.P Tentacion

Okay
Yeah
I got a lot on my mind
Lemme talk to you

I been on the road still tryna find me
Windows down going 90 on I90
Buzzing by on the left don't

That you don't even have the balls
You're so weak, don't know how to roll
So sad so sad, so sad so sad
Don't want you anywhere near me
Fine by myself

the same direction
Would we be home by
Now I don't know if I'd been okay with
Holding out hope for your stack of rain checks
If I'd been able to grin

want to talk (talk)
I got bitches stop (yeah)
I got bitches tall (yeah)
I got bitches walk (yeah)
I got niggas that lock in so I don't tweak out (tweak

rappers that be in my genre they don't ever view it
Gotta prove yourself by gettin numbers or they never choosin
Niggas carin more about the clout then

better than before if I see another day
And when a door closes on me find another way

Me and my siblings were split up by the system
Now me and my brother

Yeah bitch I'm all in my bag
You don't fuck wit me man I'm glad
Get off my nuts so they drag

I made a "M" out da jail cell
They tried to kill me I'm

And count until it falls back to the ground

Gliding safe and sound

We're flying high
Don't let me down
I will stay here in our rose colored love
But don't

it's a record, don't hand me no Guinness
Role model citizen handling business
They ask me to be there, I can't if I'm busy
I won't come sober, I plan

don't want your sorry cause you hella late
You were bad for my health had to separate
I can't count all the times that I contemplate
Hit you up one more

Counting blessing I don't really count the money
I learned they love you when it's looking sunny
I look good even when I'm looking bummy
Say I'm