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my head a break a clean slate 
Let me escape like a sweepstake for Pete sake time a keepsake 
Each days a rat race paced like a jaguar chace so I’m up

of love 
What we have is too good just to give it up
Remember when we'd stay up late at night 
I had all yours and I gave you all my time
Twenty four fifty

I'll write 'till it's 4:78 A.M
I'll wri-ite 'till it's too late
Dazed by the night to forget that your origami flowers are missing next to my bed
(next

and it's hot
A day at the swap meet coppin' a fit
And the whip, get a shower and it's straight to the Strip
Yeah I cruise by passin' slow as molasses
All I

Daybreak, I'll make amends
For yesterday's twenty-four failed attempts
Now I'm afraid I'll lose my way
Before another day ends

Today, I survive
Tomorrow,

your eyes (Your eyеs)
Open, open up your eyes (Hm-m)

Taylor lost her mom when she was twenty-four
They didn’t catch the cancer 'til
Too little too late

man, this is a recording,

Used to have to hustle or my n****s wouldn’t eat,
It was days in the studio and nights in the street,
It was late night

racks and
A heart made of metal (Uh, uh)
Late as a bitch
On the E way goin' I'm a smash on the pedal
(Uh)
Nothin' else matter, in the back of my mind
I

Writin' my bars in the back of the Bentley
Just kidding, I'm trippin', the Lambo fits me
I was raised by Lil Dicky
Drivin' down Ward, listenin'

to pray|One, two, three, four times I tried|For revenge it's too late||Ponte:|Hoping in the biggest lie |never-ending lives||Inciso:|Now here, |searching for

like a Siamese
Pushed up in the party with a hi-c
I was living so blindly
In the flesh like the skin with an iv
Poisoned by my sin like it's ivy
But

want more
Walked out the door and got shot up by the police, it was 4
Bullets bounced off me, I caught the last one with my teeth
Then there was this

Hourglass

Cunninlynguists

A Piece of Strange

2006

still prays together
On a parlay flip, permenant private party trip
The next Ruby and Ossie Davis, I'm talking great shit
Up walking late, lit. 4:25, high

When I Grow Up

Gran Torino

Out of the Darkness, Into the Light

1998

Brazen days and frightful nights
Lips are loose brain clenched tight
Twenty-four turns eighteen
Weightless on a tired scene
Same sound, same feel

Time Travelin' Couch

Toothpick

Drive Easy

2004

It takes five minutes for me to get to your house
In no time at all on a time traveling couch
It takes four minutes to figure out the date
And I

through
The rest of the day
Still might catch me a play
I got ear phones in, and
There go Miss Hudges
Gotta go me a whole 'nother way
Say, I turn

How can I go wrong?
Black on black Range, seven seats
I can fill it up with the gang all day
Put the kids in there, and I know they're safe
Tryna

Ooh, ooh
No (let it flow)

He said
"Go to sleep don't wait, I'll be working late," and
He said
"Rearrange your day, I'll be home by eight"