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It's just the middle of my singing

One, two, three, four!
(Five, six, seven, eight)

This feels like an afterlife
But I'm not dead
It's just the luster

they getting 7 a piece 
Now lift em up cause ya man down
For real bruh fa ya manz drown
Ya gotta plan but ya hands out
Wanna take a stand better stand

call me Taylormade (Taylor)
What you take your pills with in the morning, haterade?
I hit seven home runs so far but here comes eight (Eight)
Show your

Summoned through a keyhole
In a lunchbox for three
Take me to your followers
And the swingset police
You can't see the weather
You've got to pull

the two after bro
Multiply it all by ten to twenty three you got a mole

Yeah that's a mole, yeah that's a mole 
Six times ten to the twenty third aye let's

Bouta pass out right after this cup
Six inches deep
In this five star suite
I'm so high I can't see
All this foreplay got you weak
We been grinding 'til 3

Come on all you big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in desert lands.
So put down your

Of a 9 on the 7
Sunset skin, never tell her tho
I'm just a nigga with an afro, man, I'm black, that's for sure
With a rapper flow baptized by the jump 3

the room by your passion
It's my favorite kind of satisfaction
When it's walking, girl it's talking to me, speaking
I got like 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 reasons
Why

at six, getting home close to seven
Twelve hours on the run, go to sleep by eleven
It's an endless cycle
But I'm on a mission to break it
Interrupting my

Countin up 
By Frank Whyte & Killa Beatz

Hook1
Frank Whyte :
Started off fifty thousand 
Came up hundred thousand 
Too much I can't count it 
Go

stressed lil bitch Imma bounce
Sweat or fret
Plan C4s on your jet
I'm just as happy in my crib with 5k square feet less
I don't need to show you that I can

Their words to the end of the world.
    In them he has set a tent for the sun,
5  which is as a bridegroom coming out of his room,
    Like a strong man

doubled back twice
You always do it fucking right, so three times will suffice
Forty Five like a blessing, not to send niggas to heaven
Twenty seven pretty

sounds great
Stars in the sky by my eyes for you all, gang
The Kid Chris
Jaden Brown

Gang
Hawaii sounds good, I make sure we get a flip
Gang
One two three

One, Two, you're the girl that I want
Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, shit
Eight is the date and the time I'll pick you up
If you say yes, please,

Oh, you think darkness is your ally
Yeah
You merely adopted the dark
Let's go, let's go, let's go

I was born in it
1, 2, 3
Born lit by it
Almost

Pain stuck my heart when I saw her cry
So I hugged her, what's left in life?
Her daughter two years old
Left with no father

Shot dead, murdered by

4am

I fell in love with myself 
For a brief moment in time 
Handcuffed soul, blown up by a mine
Tears dry, inflamed on a face, looking like mine

hardly
I told my son, man I'm sorry
Your momma wasn't careful
All them nights I blamed myself because I fell in love with the devil
I was crashing out

flavonoid jewels
Forgetting about Kronos
It's all buenos
In yellow hues

Potato potato
Tomato tomato
Handle a peso
In the shape of a halo
Be swallowed
Up by

your face a lot
Ice melts by drink number three
That sure didn't taste
Like Lemons in my Sweet Tea
I wish it had tasted like Lemons in my
Sweet Tea

Easy sniper with the clip smoking eighths yea that 3 5
Started with the 380 then I moved up to the 4 5
Keep it tucked in the safe when I'm in LA
CC dubs

lights
Months go by, but nothings changed 
My sweet angel
No human on these bones insane
My love angles
So acute
When I think of you
It's always in my head