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a Millennial or Gen Z
How about neither
I'm a mid-90s baby

Born in 96
Went to blockbuster
Now stream Netflix
Generationally dyslexic
Am I the after or before

king stations on da grind
Still spit da jelly poison lubricating minds
Been assigned  to shine off my rays like da sun
Discombobulater I can lay pipe

the black folk
Who spit the rays
Now it's just bumped huh
By the white kids in the raves
I think we need a raise
Give me that ice 
With the glaze

I think Kim

ready you can stay on these
Utopian shores
Promises pile up to the stars
Then trickle down in tiny shards
Let's take these old space stations
We can build

been counting down the days
Dreaming of those summer rays
I can’t wait to find out what’s in store for us

Hey, it’s nice to hear your voice
It’s been

Trap, trap young nigga trap 

VERSE 2) TRAPBOY RAY
My life a movie baby
Dope money coming in by the daily 
Jewelry on my wrist from whipping up on a daily

album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad

Silver slices of a weeping flower
Wink sideways in spin
Flying through rays of the iron-blue gazes
Cast by the crown of light-gods

She, statuesque,

Acting roster, we been busy
Send a power bill to the mayor cuz you know we brought lights to the city
Had a hype in the city
Shock paddles to the chest, we

hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag

Message [Skitz Club Rmx]

Stunt Nuts

Club Mania: Sound of the Clubs, Vol. 2

2000

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta

just a pre-mortal feeling deep inside of me
My train is brought to a standstill in a neglected terminal station
Just howling of forsaken dogs

a Amish farmer
The farther, the further the earth and the sun circle
A ceiling inside a circular ship, the soul burglar
Bird in the hand
Drive-by music for

guess I'm Ray-Jin'
Heard a hater hatin', I just told him show his bank savings
It get hot up in the kitchen, but it ain't a cake bakin'
Penthouse in

and Z in the bed
These bitches they do anything for
Cock now a days she said she want C ray he
Like The Rock now a days
Pokin' up or Bokin' like he Dr

on Earth do you shine from far,
my dazzling constellation?

you burst into view
by the cosmic rays
I have a case on you
just in case

I feel like flying now

Swisher sweets, fresh from the Shell station
My OG said: "Young nigga, be patient"
Blowing big tree, foggin' up the window
C cups in her tee, I use 'em for

limitations, I am not intimidated, by these imitations
Losing my patience, no more invitations
I'm here again, searching the creases
Finding my peace, in pieces

streets
Summer time in the city but I feel weak
The air's thick round Oxford St., fountains running by Centre Point
where we used to meet
It's all changed

to be this way
Never thought I'd see the day
Blinded by the sun ray
How'd I get through yesterday
That's right
I'm blessed
Too blessed to be stressed