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on your dreams, I've been pushing everyday
Got my brother by my side I hope they never run away
Run away
Run away
Run away

I've been trynna run away
Demons

Yeah, it's Global , bitch, you know I touch back down
Ooh, lil' mama got that dress on, cold bottle, tryna holla
I'm chasin'  her out cherry thong,

Let me introduce a girl named Maya
Mama was a teacher, Daddy was a lawyer
Growing up, people knew she bipolar
She never met her and didn't let that

dream
She spent days praying that I let her leave
She told me once that she's just 19
Parents are out looking for their daughter

We played a little chess

We wake with a sigh to a Louisiana sunrise, drift down a lily pad creek
Hold hands in the sand as the gators float by, sip a little rum spiked tea

the streets
Money milked humans, sharing a little more of their feast
Wanna run away, I wanna run away
See me sitting pretty feeling perfect in these streets

Mixer

Amber Mark

Mixer

2019

away
Little lost, little blind, blind with temptation

Tell me something, do I make you feel the way that I do?
I been uptight, you got me right, I'm

fatal
Hidden messages, conversations with my angels
Just walk with me and you'll see I'm tryna save you
Most times I'm by myself I'm still confused

of the other side often have got their claws in me
I could never do papa proud, mama sorry for all the things
Hollowing out my heart I've just grown accustomed

Everything that you dream of
Gotta make em all believers
Rise above
Take me as I am, and not for who I was
It was all part of the plan, look what I've become

Every time I drop by, then they gotta drop some confetti
Out here wildin', I might need someone to come get me
Going hard 'cause all the hardship, it

Yeah
Well Alright
Can you give me a little more in the headphones
Yes sir
Boss man boss man yeah that’s me
1989
What did you expect
And I'm a couple

your lifeline
Thought about yours and I thought about mine
Put myself first then I felt like I'm behind God
Give me sign, give a sign
Cops shooting

ain't pimping easy 
But Stella still got her groove 
City so damn small I fucked lil mama 
Show approved 
 
Random blend dm'd me and she said come
Through

a little too much
Tell em callate la boca
A lot of y'all aiming for millions
My dreams are so big that I need me a yotta
I told her baby buss it down
Now she

snorting cocaine off your moms breast
Ill make you love all my yo mama jokes
I'm a crackhead bai pass me some yokes
Hurry up already stop being a slow poke

the homies so dance
I know I look like I give a fuck by a glance
But look a little harder, I never had a chance

Chorus:
Lets take it back to 85
Air Jordan

Had a plan headed out
Mama said make me proud
Will you swim will you drown
In the Fjord in the crowd
Fuck it up by the pound
Smoking mirrors turned you

I can't say that life was truly tragic
Mama bought me all the games I wanted
All my haters just assumed I had it so easy
Til like 11 or 13, then

then I see you
She's the type I always prayed for
Looking up to God like you ain't make more did you
Pineapple, cran and vodka made little mama say more

talked late
Dreams were the topic
Space was the place
Y'all would only see us at a place that we ate
Her grandma knew my family
Me and her sister race
Me

Sometimes I wish that I could go with them
Hmm
By now I thought I would've cash out
On a damn house
Ain't how I thought my life would pan out
They took my man

Introspective and intellectual thoughts flowing through me
They gonna see the vision shining through the dark
Just a little thought that had started in the park

Hook 
A little Remy y me vuelvo salsero
My first impression says tremendo caballero
Yo tengo la salsa y el fuego 
This my West Side Story tu Rita