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in a dream
Wait's at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in
A jar by the door who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?

a door
And I will remember this for
The rest of my life i was eight
I opened a door for a woman
You would have thought
That I won a Nobel Peace Prize
My

you, yours
Your whore’s and yo’s

Freestyle, when I go in
You don’t know when it will happen
I get the whip cracking, this guy
Look at him
He’s trying

I head back down 
I head back down and I got cash

I am stacked
I am stacked but im alone

Another country now
Another border I will cross

These

cant cah mannah on lines
mannah on bars
mannah on flows n rhymes
mannah on video holdin white
n theyre tryna prove that it got sold its tight
thats life

“Hands On Experience”  
 Written and Recorded by Linda Cullum  1987

Verse

They say you’re difficult to master
That you have to read the manual

at my video games
Feelin’ kinda moldy, it was dark and cold
And everything was looking the same

Now I’m back out in the sun 
No more hiding in closed up

when I get to the airport
I'm now a rich bachelor, I don't pay no child support
Got a couple broken bones but I also got the green
My pelvis will recover

just pulled up in a new Mercedes
You can call my lady, I would rather get her rich (rich)
I will stuff you in a ditch (ditch), you's a bitch, bitch

Manifest your dreams, blessed by the sun's beams
Pockets busting at the seams from this gwapolay
I live a lavish life on this paper chase, Yayeyay

Oh, okay

You keep playing games like the controller wasn't plugged in by my plug
I want drugs and I want nugs
I want everything in dubs
I want girls to show

room
Zoom, zoom, go the way that I can drive
Eat my dust, yeah, we winnin' by a landslide
Vroom, vroom, try to get up, but nobody can like me
Boom, boom,

hole
When I black out on a microphone

Enough
You listening
Enough
I heard enough

When you wake
I will grant you your wishes
Create this video
Upload it

yeah)
I'm Undefeated
Lock a the persons I've deleated
Don't make videos, bro please deleat it (pah)
In the lyrics the message, go and read it
I am

career
I bet it wasn't making YouTube videos
Down here a lot of people call me cringe
Cause of my old movies
At least I didn't sit on the couch and watch

to take on this crazy world without you by my side
Death is a weird thing
One moment you could be talking and laughing, and the next on your knees crying

the news I thought oh no
Not another one, this time with family and son
Your songs will be streamed  by everyone

Memphis frayser crying to your tunes
If we

recognized
By every set of eyes
Have my videos televised
And my lyrics memorized
WIth you, I can empathize
Get outta my ear, all I hear is you just telling me

forever ever
Drop one song with one video, never never
Build a catalog and some fans, clever clever
Until the day I'm sitting on le-le-leather
I'm

overly stressed
Niggas will envy you and fans start to fuck with you less
Told her "we should just split up to get this shit off the 'net"
They was

bring around no fakeness
Only come around me with that realness
Real cars, real jewelry in my name Not a fake video, life ain't a game

Realness is my

turned to dust.

“Remember not long ago
you were little things were easy,
remember you’re worrying yourself into an early grave,
Oh what a shame dying by

maneuvers
I'm trying to make a video, with Charrmya like Youtubers
Ceieanna ain't got no ass, nobody wanna do her
I'm about to put my dick up in the whip

but promised pa pa I'd keep it clean
He agrees we at the age were the personal page will get you touched
Decon welcome to the gold rush
Peep game oh no