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Stalley
I wear my hoes out like I own a Bally's
Keep track of these hoes like a Navi
No time sit around bitch get the lapping
I'll put my foot in yo ass for

Everyone can see it all over your face
Olivia
Why you always looking for more
Olivia
Living with a foot out the door
What a shame sweet Olivia
Loneliness

you're still around you should get hit by a car
Up at night where I write, and I think in my life
There's a complication of being fucked in situations made

I wish that I grew 2 foot taller than you
Look up to me and then you'll see
That I'm just as big as you
One foot then the other
I'm your big brother

plus effect equals a long run
Who all won some live and die by the gun
What about daughters and sons
Don't know where y'all niggas from
I'm a vet I know

yo the ting long
She a go back and fourth just like ping pong
Everyday she come by the crib for the King Kong
She a say that she love me but ion give

(Ah)
Wasn't fucking with my ins I had to get up out
Had to open up my doors and put my foot in now
Real nigga in my heart you know that's what I

the money for the uber
No tic for tac push up foot by foot like some rulers
Stalking on the gram tryna get the drop on the shooter
They look up to that man

on the phone like how you been gone for so long,
I need to rethink,
Yeah me too - me thinks that shit might true,
Whole time I'm thinking you got a screw loose,

we'll do it all over
Foot on the pedal, lean back
Let's ride, let's go
That's how we live it up

Early in the morning, and what a blessing
I'm lit,

I'm so gone
I go yard, what's a foot long
Got my foot in, that's a shoe on
They some shook ones, word to the Mobb
I been on my job Steve, punching

Foot on the Petal/ and the Tour Van Gogh/ Hear hear hear hear hear  The special invisible section at my invisible show is sold out; I call it

Time to get up
Been laying down too long 
Show em what’s up
Time to dance to this song 

Sun is up 
And the clouds are rolling by yeah 
Gonna get

No, no, no, no, you’re still awake
No mistake, no night terror
Nah, you’re still awake
Foot down, eyes zippin around, accelerate
But nah mate, you’re

random memories feel too strong
I've tried to block them out by any means
Now I'm wine drunk, sitting at the foot of the bed
And from the high, sunk,

J&S Hawken
Built a shop in
St Louis
Building long guns
One by one
Like no one else could do it
J&S Hawken
Making stocks in
Walnut and maple
And every

farewell, I bid farewell
To who I was in days long gone by
I bid farewell, I bid farewell
Those memories, I’ll leave behind

Over my mind’s eye
Lies a land

the heart
And wake up in hotels
So long story short
Let's drag it on

We could always go
But keep by my side
'cause there'll always be some reason to stay

Left foot Salah
Right foot Greenwahh
Don't worry bout that
But you'd still get Ya heat took

Long way from the dirt
But I'm digging up checks
Feel like

other bitches only get the glance on you
These other bitches don't matter
Ayy
My baby bad
She foot the gas
I get the stash
Mehn
These bitches don't matter

down
Is he a scholar, a teacher, or a philosopher
Neither, he an imposter, let us send him to the doctors
They could separate his body from his soul by

ever had to go
Waited so long for this- will ya introduce us all to a new sound?
It's a one foot in the door situation that's sure to let a lot of people

Old Cars, Jobs, and babies  by Duane Miller, Paul Leegard
C                                                         G                      
Grandpa’s

Sometimes it seems so hopeless and this road can be so long
You pay your dues a-cryin' in your pillow
And when I stop and think about the state this