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Barely afloat and we're taking on water
Still chasing the high that I felt the whole summer
Being buried alive with a smile on my face
A drink in

decieving, killing and hating
We hide in the shadows
Feeding and raping

Deprived thoughts of slaugther and death
Fear is our virtue
Blood is our meth
Waiting

to come by
Hey hey, no cap, no cap, no cap (No cap)
You electrifying like zap (Like zap)
You tearing it up in demand (Oh)
Taking control in command (Uh)

wit the lit
Dogs howlin at hoes
They keep weeping grabbing on wais
Woffin on rails
Only stayed cause your head is lazy
Which I can love from a distance

grief swallows
All in time
Trials and blisters increasing
Thousand lifetimes of war
I've lived
With sword drawn careless by the side
As limp as paradise

the summer 
You got me seeing the light
cnd I just wanna hold you tonight 
I can't stop thinking bout you 
Wondering bout you 
Want you by my side 
I know its

a good summer for me)
New York, Big City
of Dreams'
To get by, cats doing plenty of things
"Y'all don't really
think I can be
hot in the club
Y'all think

though I'm addictive like caffeine
I rather focus on goals
Because all women do is distract me
By undressing in the backseat
Ready to workout
Make her

The shit that I ride in is never Boring 
I be sleep on you niggas 
You know i be snoring 
Soldout many shows 
I really be touring 
Chase the bag 
I really

Love the way you look at me
I just I can't control it
Love to see your energy
Now it's all on my mind
What do you get from it
Is it what you want
Do

the glass
Turn me on by the glitter of her wet skin
Biting on her finger
Look me in my eyes
Say, you ain't gotta stare at it
Come on, baby, get in
Move her

playing with a tennis racket
In Texas, against some Mexicans, with a replica
Of Johnny McEnroe's racket ya
Another story for another time
We just love

...Forgot they might be higher than a blimp
It is what it is tryna give you control of the record biz
Where’s jiz..Jones, he’s missin again
The tongue has

Till there ain't no space,
tracing down your curves Pull my hands up to your face
Let me take control, finger paint Every stroke, till it's fifty shades

done
Is screwed it for your kids, made yourselves number 1
Compassion aint your forte, neither is respect
You type with index fingers, go rotate a PDF

my thirst but I'm stuck in Flint
I wanna make it home but I got this tea
With skittles but this devil won't let me be
Can't control the body; I aint

Young boy in charge, 309 on the map
And I come from the city where muhfuckas blast
I ain't talking guns, but them Boys still be popping
Lil love

with a platinum bangal, 
my niggas'll slow your roll, 
pussy power, we in control. 

[CHROUS] 

yea, thas right....im back again...round two mother

by the Space Invaders
so I said: can I see you later
Ah yeah we went for a little spin down to the Holiday Inn

WE WERE YOUNG AND IN LOVE WE WERE YOUNG

your troubles while we taste sunshine?
Singin' this is for you, for you and you and us
All the things that we hold in this journey of love
I've been

can nuh wait the next December 
Oh my Lord December 
Every december me designer 
So it's vagina who chase me
On december I don't fall in love
At this

wont you let me inside
Hands on my chest griping at my skin
I love you like religion and your body is a sin
Dragging me around
What the fuck is that

you can’t get me out I’ve lost the control
My mom is going through it I can hear the stress on the phone
So I’ve been all in nobody’s gonna take what I

must grasp it twice
A dreamer's fingers warm from throwing ice-cold dice

Street café overlooking the changing tide
She finds wisdom in the wine, love's