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Maybe learn a thing or two
Before you come accusing me of things
That just happen naturally... ok?
Everyones doing it in my circle
You think I'm gonna say

my cardiac
Circling my mind I swear it feels like I’m running laps
Left me broken on the floor call it heart attack yeah
And you know I be lying when I

something you not- and don't lie to me
Ebony and Ivory
Keys on my piano playin'
Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand away
Easy

SOAP CREEK SALOON
( Why act like you’re so immune ? )

Jenny saw plenty of action,
A mutual attraction with most of the men she knew,
She’s down by

miles an hour never catching up
Might see me with a Bi, that's only for the pleasure
All these eves running round
Trapping niggas like the devil
Damn EL

My first girl showed me what love wasn't
Second chick I fucked with was a bum bitch
Third one didn't know I fell in love with til I cut it
Fourth

Twenty feet high two eyes looking down on me
Amen! Amen!
Saw men screaming watched the women run away
But some drew closer and I thought I heard them pray

Get to the cream by any means
They be like man what the fuck you do
Sit on my ass and get rich as fuck
Cup runneth over with many bucks
Everything gold

we were running away
c chep motel for the night , a new retreat in first light
But the tale of sinners haze, now a maze, has led me on my old ways

(Uh, uh)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Uh, uh)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Look, look)
(Yeah)
Take me away to a better place, a place where I don't gotta worry no more
Told me

the waves
somewhere that I’d be free
to just be me, the way I wanna be

VERSE 1:

See I been in a rut, I been feeling stuck
running outta time, running outta

me, can't Cover 3 if all your Corners gone.
So we go, up, up, and away.
He got a truck tucked by the waist.
Cuz if you try he, he got hot-keys and he'll

know you think men are trash (trash, trash, trash)
But you can recycle, hun (oh)
See me, I don't fuck gyal for fun, so what, you tryna be my daughters

there
Big enough for two so there's space going spare
Can only be filled by you everyone else I don't care
Doing well academically my grades are going up

To please this insatiable greed?
Apparently so, 98% of y'all sheep
And the other 2% was fuckin' murdered by me!

Writing lyrics for like 40 nights and 40 days

ya caught with a Juul
2nd time
By the principle
When you spent all that money from holidays
Ain't got a job so you not really paid
Just to flaunt

A Week in a Country Jail

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50s & 60s Country, Vol. 4

on the phone
I thought I'd be there overnight so I just called my boss
To tell him I'd be off but not for long

Well, they motioned me inside a cell with

a young fool
Like I had to
Maybe I just should
Put the red carpet and walk on it with a new pair of shoes 
Just to get hit 
By my ego for a new release 
For

don't leave me alone
Yes your body's all that I know
Your voice echoes through my head
I'm always tortured by your moans
Do you feel the same
Was the love

I need all dead presidents
Getting money it's evident
Racks on racks up in my pocket
They ask why they fuck with him
All these groupies in party yea

more alone
Can I make time stop so I don't gotta be grown
Broken hearts endless lies got me thinking times two
I mean where's my heart at?
Can't even

flying by so I gotta pick up the pace
But am I running towards something or just running away
From these problems ya these ghosts that been haunting me

Always taking my time and I will share none
But I'm just wasting my life with my bare hands
Baby I'm bound to not really care some
Circling around 'cause

roll out, no talk just splash them

Jailhouse got me swinging my arms like Unknown T
Dumb laws got me there cuh i had 4gs on me
Don’t tell anyone bout