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a week don't you call
I'm somewhere out in the sea dunking a beach ball
Getting tans while I'm black you understand that
She walk by her ass fat as I watch

Delilah 
cll act the same like Mr Smith an crawled in side ya 
Dodge those bullets feel no pain cos i am Neo not the same
Bullet train the flow i'm spitting

and
Money coming in exponentially, whoa, wait
Want my hunnids blue, yeah, specifically, whoa, wait
Love the way the kitty look like Mr. Clean, yeah
Mess with

hat over my eyes
Fadeaway to clear sounds while dreaming of blue skies
If there’s a way I can go back in time
Reminisce with Marvin Gaye  you know

and she know it too
First name Noah so I'm always counting by the twos
That's why I'm always chucking deuce
Watch out boy we coming through
I just made

wasn't chasing skirts
Now I'm the kinky Mr Clean
Lyrics PG-13
Now I sing like Frank Sinatra off of methamphetamines
I'm going crazy in the club
Hard

only lapis and coal that can be seen

Exploring through these caves, passing by
The zombies and spiders, I'm gonna go, go, go, go, diamonds awaiting me

Mr. bartender, what's up, give me a drink, I have to raise my glass, come on in girl,

Let me get you up, let you get upon me, sweet communication,

I'm tryna focus on the road ahead
It helps me keep my peace of mind
Life's a fucking puzzle
And I'm slowly
Piece by piecing mine
If you do not know
Just

happy, healthy and carefree
‘80s for me
Cruisin’ in my IROC-Z
Down by the lake, it’s summer break, jumpin’ waves on my jet ski

They tell me that I’m old

out, rolls of pape I'm Mr. Clean,
Rosa Parks the way I'm stuck in this seat
Off this drink,
Girl giving good brain, give it till she cant think
She say

trap
I don't need no nine to five
Just to get by
I get what I want
I buy it online
Was shipped in from the sun
That's why I shine
Call me mr put it on
I

Pick your poison, I could do you bad
Get your mans to slump, you too Bloody red up on the scene, he feelin' sick
I say he feelin' blue Construction hat

love me too 

That little bitch a eater yea she suck me too
Interior in the 2 seater is custard blue 
Custom suit 
Custom shoes
This some shit you gon'

and blue, nigga, fuck the popo

Nigga, thank you, angel, we hit this block up on a Sunday
This beef ain't one-sided, but I swear it's gon' end only one way

you know the key is seein
My barrier seein' those so you know the key is eatin

Green on my perc crop, know the kids cheesin
Indian on the blue coat,

in my mattress
So I can write a bar saying that I'm sleeping on Andrew Jackson's
They say I'm Irish cause my capital is Dublin
My iris's are blue like

the mead of poetry
Wisdom overflowing through my childlike creativity
Whispers in the night, I listen and I write
Mr. Luminiferous light bearer of the black

chasing Mr. Green, I was ironically clueless
Fall between the Red & Blue as if I've taken a purple pill
But I've never taken any and don't know that I ever

Hello Mr Policeman my name's Tim
I expect the barman called you in
I'm sorry I'll leave just let me finish my beer
And this small whisky I got

Infested myself, and got convicted
Wearing visors, sunglasses, and disguises
Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr

raining

The crib was redone by a Prada designer
Smoking a blunt on my Louis recliner
All of my hoodies are Balenciaga
Met her outside now I'm cumming

in your eyes
Not a good attribute

All I have done
Is what you asked me to
Did you forget
Beaten black and blue
The greener grass
Now dry and destitute

brunch, sip mimosas out a champagne flute
Seats reclined on the plane with no complaints
Mr. Johnson, each stewardess know me by my nam
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