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Ok let me tell you all about it
I was in the trenches
I ain’t have an answer for any one of my questions
I just think the voices need to take a seat

don’t think I’m good enough to see my music on the shelf
Sometimes I ponder about being a lame
Because I don’t think I’m cut for a life of fame
Maybe I’m

I dont like to talk about this shit
But its ruining me
I dont like to talk about no tips
I got way too many
Didnt think my thoughs could co-exist
But

these days what it all seem to be
Is too many assumptions too many talk about nothing
A lot of people mentally folded but out here bluffing
And that's

what I thought it was, was it
Too good to be true?
Have nothing, get it all but too much of it then lose it again
Did I swallow hallucinogens, 'cause

sucks, and then you die"

I disagree, I think life sucks, then you get cancer

Then you go into chemotherapy and you lose all your hair

You feel bad about

level up
It's not by power nor by might
I gat a spirit deep inside me

When you giving excuses
You never win
It's all about choice
You gon loose when you

Bringing some attention to me, thinking I'ma bad dude
But how you show what you think, nothing
And Santa wouldn't bring me something, think I'll diss

Storm is risin' baby, rain begin to fall.
I'm all alone by myself, no one to love me at all.

My blues starts ‘long about midnight, and it don't leave

minded in the sense
Where you pay no attention
To what people think about you? (Yuh, yuh)
Cause these things count you know
These things count

We come

doing it right
So tell me why would you not?
Yeah we popping ain't we? (Popping)
I get the vibe you're surprised by nothing you see
If we're talking

to make you sadder
You start to notice nothing that do you seems to matter
You start to notice when you think you speak, you only stammer
You start

You've probably heard by now That I'm the worst boss in town
You probably also heard That I'm incompetent
But I don't think they told you I'm about

No Time For It

Fantasia

The Definition Of...

2016

focused on commas
And dollars signs in my pockets
So I been out the way
Think I've been the same
You can't hang today
There's nothing fake about it

Puerto Rican Girl
I know you wanna always have me
Puerto Rican Girl
Brazill-y got me flirty
When I think about you
Coming over yes you do
'Cause girl

kid
And everything he did
Was talked about and noticed by the folks
That lived around him
They swore that Billy was much too wild
Ma said, "No, he's

like to be there for you
Have you forgotten me?

And the days go by
Doing nothing about them
How much time
Will I have to spend?

My mind won't rest

dangerous cause we not even civilized
I think we should think about this
Text me in the morning
I think we should think about this
You mad I'm recording
You

much for?
Have they gone away, taken by the breeze?
Or it's just you whom, bearing stress over stress
Became worried about your future?
As you can see,

from an unknown girl
Unknown girl

She gets by
On nothing but trouble

I think she's a psycho Cant help what I like though
See you there in her eyes
I

tryin' to escape the drama

Don't want to think about my pill or my baby's momma

I'm fucked up, ah takin' a breather

Don't want to think about my job

the baseline
I think about you in the night time
I'm sorry
I'm sorry 
Know a day don't go by when I do not think about you
Know in everything I do babe I'll

one I need
When I think about you, girl
I just can't believe
That you're my baby
And you're so damn fine
After all that we've been through
I think it's

proper,  back to the entertainment, 
They thought I would have be finished by now, 
Just up preparing another lines huh!
Where I am right now l, think is