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of supply
Falling to despair
From a hell of a height
Compelled to affairs
I consistently fight

I won't be defined
By this thing in my mind
That holds me in

Wasn't even tryna fly
23 degrees and 40 feet up in the air
See we surrounded by the shit
Still we preoccupied
Don't mind if I-
Breathe a little life into

confess to little 
You just way too brittle
You complain I ain't gentle but bitch I finally found my tempo
Let me 
Slow it down
This feels way too simple
Yo

them HORSES

Big Chillin playing them 
Songs by the bonfire
Don't need gasoline or sticks
Because I BEEN FIRE

You already know that your Country Boy

environment
A different plate, different state

A whole new supply in
The game never stop
Man, this shit just switched up
Rattin At an all-time high
They done

get whacked any time of day 
cnd ya girl with me that's by the way 
I provide what she needs any kind of way 
I don got that supply for ya folks
We out

They want a monster so i sharpen my fangs
On the brittle little bones of pretty young things
But the bones give me something that get stuck in my

bitches for your cheap little thrills
There you go again swallowing your pills

Six months go by
Don't dial my phone
But I just heard the voicemail
Sounds

Come and see how he come in the game like an intrusion
Who's him Deshay supply the beats so I bruise'em, oozin
Im losin' my self control, you niggas is

Supergirl

Kate Miller-Heidke

Curiouser

2008

supergirl. 
She buys sex toys
Hands in the air for supergirl. 
She's a bit of alright
Hands in the air for supergirl .
She like the Beastie Boys
Hands in

Damage is a pum pum
Are you listening? Yo

How can a white boy call Skepta a monkey?
You little racist strap
I should push draw for the pumpy
You got a bad

Hol' it
Refix time
Stormzy, Burna Boy, Stylo G, refix

Own it (boom)
Girl, you just own it (yeah)
'Cause your body's on fire (fire)
Show me

You know what it is
I love it
Let's talk about it

Your boy's been a Christian, quite a few years
Victory and faith, but I failed in my fears
I heard

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

to you
No type of tip will do
To bust the boy
You huff lil boy
So we just pity fool (Pity fool)
I mastermind my own (Uh huh)
I moved out from the home (Uh

You can't ever tell me that i owe the world a thing now
Living by the ocean but no wisdom found in my town
Jumped up feds and hungry skets, they

air, that's fair
If not here I find it elsewhere
Steadily we get there, get there
Just runnin till we get there, get there
We need a little fresh air

pinky in the air, 
In the betters bit in the corner,
I just shift a little gear
Cops speed top free topless bitches everywhere,
I could drop a hundred

I was 12 years old
Just 12 years old

12 years old, on my way to Little League practice
And every day a man stand by the road with a brown bag wavin'

Land

Patti Smith

I Never Talked to Bob Dylan

1977

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway

Downtown

Kool Moe Dee

Downtown

2015

hair
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player

Downtown,

don't sit out on their porch
Theres something heavy in the air
It'll shake your soul down to the core
Don't go to Seminole county
Where the little river

Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is, listen
Rotten

Reel Girls

Bun B

Vacation in Hell

2018

she don't know that I know

Okay it's Bun B, that trill OG back up in the driver seat
Whippin' up that work while they Zombie boys supply the heat