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by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening

folding her up I run it
Like cramp in her stomach
You feel me
Moneybaggs no dealings
Vibe got you high touch the ceiling
Tree got you high in yo Feelings

I'm down in dirt
I be Star trackin like Captain Kirk
I'm feena beam you up and leave you bastards murked
Man I keep a broom like a janitor
And I keep

up agave to drown my pain
look at that dirt on my name
did it To myself Kirk cobain
money coming in I can’t complain
funny how the whole world change

(Small talk By Kirk)

All:Lord I, surrender, I give you
Solo:All i have
All:It's not much but I hear you
Solo:Calling
All:Calling
Solo:So here I am

Whoo
There go that man again
Oh y’all thought I was finished
Uh uh
I took the year off to let y’all get straight
Lace ya boots up n****s
The ruler’s

I pull up to smoke.
Cu I'm icey and bold
Hold up my back wood look old
I pull up to kirk so there's no need to fold
Where my money my back wood look

twenties I'm having too many
Donna he rolling up, high off the ganja
Bad bitch and her ass fat, poke in pajamas
She shaking her wagon she got from her mama

Different Day
My mental not ok
Don't look the wrong way
Put on in yo face
I needa halo
Bad bitch go do what I say so
I'm up on my pesos
Step out all white

look like the leader
Of the Kirk Klax Klan
I'ma serve backhands, reverse back slam
The day you see your first black man
You'll be like
"Word dude i heard

but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average
See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks
Loaded Lux, put in

Exclusive pack when I get high it's private like leering
And this a face don't look this way cause baby I ain't sharing
In the stu with Russian woods
KGB

60 Years

Portugal. The Man

American Ghetto

2010

it up with other holes

The boy looks high
The boy looks high
The boy looks high
The boy looks high

The boy looks high (if it takes me)

it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)

kirk
Baby it's just me and you they just wanna see us lose
But we goin do this thing real right
Catch em at the light he'll be gone by tonight
I don't

now I'm up and she back acting friendly
Want back in my life it's a fee just to get in
Use to lay up and just look at the ceiling
Was dreaming one day I

Do you hear the voice that's inside you
Tells you not to cry but get high dude
Look up at the sky and it's bright blue
Look into your eyes are you

Shawty so high yeah shawty so high
Floating through the sky watching time fly by
Shawty so high yeah shawty so high

Shawty so high yeah shawty so

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

But they don't understand 

These the things Jesus handles 

But that's what you see
 
When you look up to a Kirk Randle
 
Sight's blocked by the bangs

bands off
Wish I could've look the future up Before the last call
Bottled my emotions
I'm just getting to the bag now

I ain't even happy dawg I'm just

trip and just look different
The shit I've been through need to be in a book, nigga
And more, I done shook niggas
And don't ever judge a book by

it's hard to decide
'Cause I get so high (look in my eyes)
Put it on God and try not to lie
We gotta get by (put that on God)
First of the month I

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high 
And now you're free to fly

When that muffled sigh
Says you're barely getting by
Cut your burdens loose