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Life ain't always bliss, I know
I need a therapist, I know
I'm caught in the abyss, I know
Nothing on my bucket list, I'm cold

Got a broken home

lost all by ourselves
Ain't like no nicotine or whiskey on my breath
Why fill the hole when this is all that's left?

We spend 25 years down the rabbit

too many films
I'm ass out on the couch cant handle my fills
I feel numb inside I won't touch refills
Young Bummy God with a bucket of tears (Young

carpet bomb a peace rally on your campus quad
Watch as an Islamic phantom god is slain by a movie star
In a red, white and blue unitard
On a Fox news

on in this world today or are you a part of the motherfucking problem be honest don't lie to your motherfucking self"
This world is so crazy tell me what

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

night long

We never appeared to fill their expectations
We had to become our own little group
And suddenly I'm distracted by winter
And you keep raining

[Female: We're sitting here with Eazy E]
Believe that
[Female: How are you doing ?]
Allright
[Female: So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life

Gas Station

The Cool Kids

When Fish Ride Bicycles

2011

So certified USDA brand dude from PA man
This UGK and I'm rockin my Ray-Bans mirror lens tinted up
Servin' these boys so place your orders out

My OG told me that it's lonely at the top
But legends never die, I'm Kobe with the shot
You'd think by how I flow, that I'm breathing better air

on the altar for consumption
This track was made up in every city
Every station
Oh some say you live by the sword then
You die by the sword
A boy is in the night

your last
If he’ll drive so fast
Tell me how, tell me how, tell me how, tell me how?
Soon we shall reach our final station
All of my dreams are passing

A cappella got a bread crumb spray the crowd
Fill that gut up to that stomach
Shut the fuck up!

Let’s make a sharp turn to
Avoid this road of heartburn
Those

your corner playing with your flapper
Let me station this g wagon I'm hitting the G spot
Here take this pencil and remember don't let it hit you
Before

Hop out the bucket
I rise up above it
I know that they hating
You know I say fuck em
You know I do nothing
Yeah nothing but stunting
I'm known by

I'm from 1994
I'm on the 52
Highway whipping in my bucket, mister thrifty lu
AKA nifty stu, AKA wayward son
Momma said carry on, I turned into

my station
I’m the doctor your the patient
I never had the patience
To sticking to a cadence
Big thanks to all the greats
You gave it all it takes
Now

as safe as yesterday
Let's hang out by the radio station
And ask around to all the pedestrians
Like we're ringing bells with a bucket of change
Collecting

back she on the dance floor
Now I'm on the court playing
Defense why you can't score (Bucket)
Hoes that's from the north will give
You dome until they

success
But I realize my station coming here again
I can't even lift my eyes
Sorrow fills the silence
I beat my chest in remorse
I'm broken by the distance

on the stars on the Michelin
I need a whole movie trailer so people don't fuck with the boy out of Michigan
Two heads just bopping, followed by plenty more

through your head

Lonely nights 'til you're tripped up by the dawn
Lover's hands and the children that'll come
Let 'em fill your heart, Boy
Let 'em fill

straight through ya modem
He was real and funky and he got digitized
And now he's comin' by way of bits and bytes
Down the highway comin' through at midnight