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money though
Yah mean
Aye
Aye
Hold up bring it back
Bring it back like cabbage patch
We don't do no chitty chat
You pull up, you go splitty splat
Servin'

on some zen shit. Hit bottom, then transend it, be like water and seek the low levels men abhor flow to beats and blend it, with the voice of kings

Well I was listening to your songs Equan
I really like em
I mean I listen to just about all of them
And you going you going places
And I hope
That

alone in the universe, then I'd have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.
That's awfully cynical.
Inside every cynical person

Keep me on my toes in the know and I love it
Dropping knowledge like it's nothing
You got me on the low no one knows must mean something
Is there

These dudes gone straight off the format
Try to give em life and they give it right back
Guess you never miss the water til the well run flat
I rather

I was floating in the club
Weighed down by a backpack filled with love
Only love that surrounds me
This is the paradise I've been dreaming of
I can

Mmmm, hmm
All under the sun, what they seek to see monetized
That means flesh and blood, it's a massacre like columbine
Silent in the fray, stepping

flows like water in the streams
Each has a path for its means
There's always more behind the scenes
Hidden things we don't get to see
But all lies have

but I aint about to dwell on the lows
Water with the flows I stay drippin with gardens with the rose
Sound good like bose
I'm wanted by the ladies like

Everyman get a time to shine, life na turn by turn
Make I for no envy my neighbor, I want my own
I've seen tables turn, I've watched bridges burn
Dem

the county road but got city dreams
She said she gon' make it out of here by any means
Tryna run it up with you till we can hit the beach
King shit sipping

teach
With these out of town hoes anything goes
Bust it down low until ya feet swole
They say Kiddo you the truth
Spitting game like uncle Luke
But only

with loyalty
Y'all don't do shit with yo forehead
They say spoil me
I'll have my new chick, going to ride by any means
Chuck the deuces to my old hoe,

to keep me a nine mill you could get wet like a water spill
Had a few heaters we kept in the trunk if they wanted the fire like hot grills
Yeah I'm

he could get my life in order
I mean he had Jesus moonwalk over troubled waters
Saved Moses from the slaughter had him crossing all the borders
Nenze

who me
You can't afford em
I'll pay a quarter
To have em find you floating in water
Broom sticks I bought em
Somebody better warn them
They call me

heart
And I'm tired of your ways
See me other days
I'll be over soon
I came this far by myself
I don't need no drama
Put it on my father
Put it on my

solace in fictitious real - the realest
thing since genuinity. Don't be offended by my songs, I didn't mean a single word. I'd disown
them in a second for

prejudgement
You know what I mean?
You know shit’s been going on
For a couple of years
But, you know, like I said, man
We just gotta keep that
Shit pushin’ 2013,

dah handfull and yes yuh band full
Willing to climb mountains to find yuh love
When yuh cuff, I still waters when it rough
When yuh low and need ah warm

in my Patek
Turn water into wine, went from broken to baguettes
Appraising the most high, I don't mean no disrespect
Ask me what would Jesus do? He

Imma catch disease and I spread it overseas
Mean nothing to me if you get stung by a couple bees
I stay in my lines
Pray I go outside
Sadness

listen

Don't you go switching
Don't you go treating me like I wasn't here when this started
I know I say things to you that I don't ever mean 
But this