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children like Phillip Rivers
I meet her at the Mondrian, hit it, she buy me dinner
Catch you slippin' at the titty bar, hypnotized by a stripper
My lettuce

track to the days
When I wasn't getting pain
Now every night I'm getting laid
By an un paid maid
In the shade in the Everglades
In a suede tank top

son now
Imma keep going in
Nothing to talk about
I know you like the tracks
That’s why you turn them up

What the heck
How did It come to this
I got it

Written By: Kayla Hayden

We aint gotta tell nobody 
Cause baby what we doing 
They can not see
We got that loyalty 
I got you got me 
No explination

Working nonstop with these tracks
I’m learning the game and fast
And all you haters that laugh 
Can suck my dick I’ll remember that 

Never been the type

the strongest
I’ve mastered the craft I’m blasting your ass right back in the past eh
I’m attacking the track I’m smashing the wack right back with these raps eh

dress
A predator in disguise, no one would ever guess

The cat’s on the hunt, she’s been up and about
A killer’s on your tracks, you’d better watch out

The streets is like a magnet
Killing brain cells
The flow that paralized the stadium
Cause when you come out
You hypnotized by the radiance
Lyrically fresh

homie on the track
So we ain't ever coming down.


Only come down cause I’m truly humble
Like my man Lamar, and it’s GTA
Cause Frankly, I got my

Hook
Real talk, its truth, that I spoke
I pour ma pain, on tha track, let my story, be told (huh?) x4

Verse
I don't wanna vent, (pause), but all, I

Cause I'm back again to break your back again
Said you're fina cum
That's like music to my ears
Say it one more time
When you play this track back

on the nigga, though I caused it
So I got me back on track, chasing money
Cos if you ain't got it, boy you worth nothing
Time is steady on the run
You already,

go
Till the sunrise, rise, rise, rise
When the sun goes down
We'll lose track of time
And when the sun comes up, we'll be
Thinkin' 'bout the night,

track 
He tryna be the hero and fight through hard times 
(Fight through hard times)
He tryna make a way out of no way 
(Out of no way, out of no way)
He

track of time
Wasn't made to make sense
I gave that up back then
It was tried now we can understand
Who we are
Days go on without me
When we lose track

Nails black eyes black looking like a snack
Only fuck dead hoes necoremaniac 
Blunt wrapped lungs black 
Dead boy on the track
I choose this life

the president say, 
Cause I get money every day is president’s day, mufucka.


The way I’m running to the money got me looking like a track star, 
Y’all just act

how fast
I'll be on the right track
By going to the back
I'll be fine for that
I need super speed
To run fast to the right streets
Don't crash or else

a paralegal
Leaving holes up all across you could have sworn a I used a needle
Leave your body in the tomb and you surrounded by some eagles

Love the way you

to what you were wishing they
Say i shouldve made it by now i dont think i would agree
I only just started dropping that music there really was nothing for

or will I forever be surrounded
By people who lose they s**t cause they so small minded
They ain't tryna do better
I look em in they eyes, and can tell they

forgotten
I never want to forget you
And keeping track of the stones helps me through (stones that I threw)

All of that time went by
And when I lost you I

Keeping track
Consistency 
Aint coming back
Need more than you missing me
High fashion 
And things you don’t need
Have taken control of everything
I

dday
Dday, dday, dday anzac boys goin' to war like its Dday

We put apac on the map
Made roads where there were no tracks
Got our own backs, we saw