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the phone and my homies just fucking
Pick up the phone and my homies just smoking

What's up
Everybody got their gloves
Oh man cool like he's by itself
Let's

You put your reds out on me
How sweet of you
Burning churches to escape your Sunday blues
Oh
Raised by a Christian father
Set flares off in your head

probably
I be wit them dealers and them killers
He wit feds probably
Watch out hoe I think the feds by me
Yeah I fuck on niggas hoes
That's why my neck so

Sipping on my cherry peach soda
By the end of February reach quota
My lady teach yoga she knows I ain’t a poser
J’accuse those in power
Emile Zola

a bowl full of bon-bons
Chill me some wine, keep standin' by
Just entertain me, champagne me
Show me you love me, kid glove me
Best way to cheer me,

all over me
Taking me to Ecstasy
If I say stop,
Please just go
You know I love playing roles
If I tap out take control
The gloves are off anything goes

punches hit like Steve
But they cleaner, no weaving will save you from spitting nina
Hold tricksters by the neck, you low key not coming back
When

silver lining I need
Is way too hard to find

You said not to go there
I'm sorry
That weight we should both bare
It's on me
The gloves came in two pairs

big that's the main attraction
Stacks on stacks never fade to black, son
Rocks on the moon walk like Michael Jackson
Got the squad by my side always

a chakra
Long dreads nigga feel like a rasta
Using oils don't rely on a doctor
Will I pop?
Let me shake up Shasta
Work to get further by the day while

just know Amma come

Twenty one minutes she sucking it Raw
Ice on my wrist and i hold it with Glove

Smack up a niga i hit it and run
No love in my heart

take it to the floor
27, I ain't scared to the club
I been tryna get in shape 'n now I'm fitted like a glove
In the Golden State where I been looking for

a movie, I'll catch all your angles

I'll grab you by your ankles
Pounce on you like a Bengal
Girl, you better be grateful
Penetrate until you're full

bought by the economy
They're becoming you and me
Becoming you and me

So we're cleaning
Polishing
Remembering food queues and Fame
Washing
Training

Leather gloves caress the steering wheel
Yesterday's dream by the side of the road
Chasing fevered sun into the blazing desert 
With a switchblade

swing by for the stress, she a thot too
Let her roll that up, she can roll that
Twenty on ten, got the gas on me
Stay woke, never catch no Z's
I'm a never

sniffing this buying by the kilo soda

I wear and tear the finest of leathers
When I'm riding off on into my neu west endeavors
I have on the tallest

fit me like a glove
Surrounded by these chickens
But this one?
She's a dove
Hmm.. eru poju
It's enough
Call me Mopol
I'm 'bout to cuff
I'll take you

by my side
Never complain I would just count on God
I'm thanking you God
I know that we've been through a lot
I thank you I love you
For everything you

were a glove upon that hand.
That I might touch that cheek.
Wake up fair sun. Wake.

Tromeo!

I did not mean to frighten you.

I am waking from

From the second collection of poems "In Jest or Seriously” (Russian: В шутку ли всерьёз).

In English (interpretation by Elizaveta Suboch,

to the beat
My moonwalking leave your girl fryed
The King of pop is what I'm known by
Call her Billie Jean cuz she gon try
To fuck with the disco glove

commitment
But I'm spitting in other booths
Do you ever wonder who is bulletproof
This is the life of
Cover up depression by going to different nightclubs
You

ball so i fuck her off gp get the d wit the glove
I dont wanna hug you know i turn into a savage when im off the drugs
They showin me love
Shootin my