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won't speak on that nigga
We could really get you hit or set up by a lil' bitch nigga
Better stay up in ya lane fore' you get split now lil' nigga, aye

I've got a split personality I'm sick, I'm a mess
I have deep conversations with the voices in my head
They're my darkest of demons and my closest

plated bank roll
Burn this place up with my flow I might've just went pyro

Heat deflected
Things came when I least expect it (ok)
I'm passing by

(Hook)
Man I'm so sick of the games.
I dont wanna play em no more, I think that I'm just gonna stick to my lane.
I'm tired of swaying and drifting

than worries with real determination
To find pure abilities by the side lane of meditation
It's my way
It's my way
I walk in the sun
It's my way
To feel

Am I a Psycho?

Tech N9ne

All 6's and 7's [f.y.e. Exclusive CD/DVD]

2011

I see you

I see you looking at me
Looking at me, so I ask

Am I a psycho?
Am I a psycho?
Yeah I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho

You're

Turn Up the Heat and Chill the Rosé

Jimmy Buffett

Buffet Hotel

2009

need some imagination
To deal with temperature fluctuation
Nobody wants to get burned

I don't wanna be the last
And I am surely not the first
But

when the Glu (e) is runnin’ out!
I am sure that you spark lead!
War!? I’m a jarhead!
It’s Peter Parker turnin’ to Venomcatch this
Body on the dark Web

your maker, freak of nature, need Xavier, just to reach me
Try to play with me, and find out that, I am hard to beat
When I'm, bringing on the heat, you

from Kane
I got the heat in my cavalier goin LA call me King James
See me in traffic switch lanes
Doin a buck 50 in the HOV lane
Rob a nigga for his gold

to the heat
I'm taking the cake while you picking up bread crumbs
I'm coming in with the meds, numb
Da Vinci the bars when I flex
Look I'm ahead of the campaign

Gin & Juice II

Snoop Dogg

The Game Is to Be Sold Not to Be Told

1998

real

Rollin down the street with heat
Drankin' trees, sittin' on D's
Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my

Mother fuck the fame, that's just who I am
Got a lot of pain, that's just who I am
Got my own lane, I don't give a damn
Shit is hella strange, but

Middle man man go chop boys dey tear me
But anyhow anyhow we go blow
Hater no know but soon they go know
Am on a fast lane I speed up I never go slow

it out, yo eyes got big

I be gentle, don’t you fear it

Jumping on the dick, you spear it

Fuck a moan, make you ribbit

Open up, banana split it

hit the road
Now it means somethin' different if you get the smoke
Everything that glitters really isn't gold
Grabbed the bull by the horns and I slit

name, fast lane living, I have given it all
They aim, I Dodge like a Viper, I am driven to ball
Hit 'em all with the jab, jab, hook, (swag) look
I am

i do
By the morning i'm a have her passing out from this heat stroke
Got her water splashing yea she dripping on me
Stroking going deeper deeper

Hooligan

Big B

Subnoize Rats Compilation

2003

all that I am (what)
I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan)

I'm waking up at like eleven in the morning
Playing by the rules, yo, it's

Its 4am
In the 212
Like the 213, lets go make some heat
Cup is sipping
On some Hennessy, I got hella weed
Lets go split this keef

Its 4 AM
In

take my earnings
And I take my turn 
I am returning 
Get you attorney 
Because yo pockets is 
What I'm hurting 

They overrated 
I created this shit

the one who still remains
The only person to keep it real and never tainted by fame
Stuck to my ways like I'm Parker while I was on Marry Jane
Know some

Im buit different ha
I'm built different yeah
Ha ha
Live by die by Nigga
I'm on fire uh uh I'm on fire
Say I am in a room with a bitch and that hoe

the reason yo buddy late
Had to shift gears and then act like my blinkers aint workin'
So I could get outta that bloody lane
It ain't no truth or dares where