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Jaded, no time for that
Hit the moon, you can see where the mind been at
shawty wanna treat me like a broke iphone by the way that she tryna tap 

me

Your eyes without a face
When you hear the music you make a dip
Into someone else's pocket then make a slip
Steal a car and go to Las Vegas, ooh

God, I no dey follow man 
For you I might have to consider 
Trips to LA taking photographs 
If it's signed by me then it's an autograph

Live to die

said I’m her desire 

I’m like Ooh , drama act a fool 
When I’m off that Hen, me and hen 
I cut off a lot of people that were evil 
Now shawty wearing

in LA, this bitch on
The chase, she ride like Bentayga, yeah
Choppa pick 'em off
They think that I'm Moss
I feel like I'm Hugo, they hug on my boss
We

no 9 pistols
He actin' hard 'cause he got that gun
He like Brian Nichols

Might hit LA broke as fuck
Leave with nine giffy's
My nigga Tron iced up,

La Kill got the last laugh (What?)
You can never not understand
This not by chance

Don't bother me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't call on me, uh

Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Don't let me go

I'll stick with my Lane baby
Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Ooh She

benches in LA trenches
What the fuck that stench is
I was in no one's guest list
Now they all want to be in my section
I don't why I cuffed her
We was fine

with East LA
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana

I don't know if you could take it
Know you wanna see me nakey, nakey,

off my pedestal

I, graduated from blunt burning on corridors
Now I'm workin' on learning father and daughter laws
No diplomas ke la the lesson is

'till three 
Then she looked at me 
Then showed a photo of a baby cryin' 
His eyes were like mine (ooh no)
Come on dance on the floor in the round, baby

ciego, pero yo me la llevo...ooooowoowoowoo

Rosalinda, WE LEAVIN TOMORROW, ooh Rosa, DON'T TELL PALO
oh Rosa we leavin tomorrow
toy' esperando 

2x
way

'Cause you're dressed in black, ooh, wow
Oh

What you've got? I can't put my finger on
But I know I'm blinded by your light
I can't read the signs

done all finished
Ukuthi thole amount’ o right k’la malanga
What are the odds really It’s not kimi forget it
But just as I’m on the verge of forfeiting

done all finished
Ukuthi thole amount’ o right k’la malanga
What are the odds really It’s not kimi forget it
But just as I’m on the verge of forfeiting

to Las Vegas
Ooh, gigolo cool
Hanging out by the state line
Turning holy water into wine
Drinkin' it down, oh, oh-oh, ow
I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip

Marcello the Mastroianni

Silicon Dream

Time Machine

I'm your Reiseführer. Gimme the drums!
Sitting in a coffee-house
Drink Martini dry
Julius Caesar
Mighty Mouse
Watchinq girls go by.
Palms are