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Yeah
Man, I woke up this mornin'
Like let me pop that Papi talk real quick let me do that
Wide size foreigns out front of the palace
Said she never

shit had to make another folder
If you ain't call before this ain't a frozen shoulder
This a finger so cold that hell froze over

When coming home is

Between Stages
Music and Lyrics By: Justin Busch (Justinrbusch@yahoo.com) & Jeff Dane

V1:
4 bald tires
Long lonely road
Got another 200 miles
Yet

mean The only time I feel alive is when you shut up and drive
(You shut up and drive, just shut up and drive)
You ain't got to say too much
By the look

Flower vases in high-up places
Never shattered on the floor
Baby blankets, never sewn
There's no child to call my own
Funny faces in picture cases
Showing

a claim/all we ever claim is different by that virtue we’re the same/having spectator syndrome when I see you mistreated/she should be kissing me, but am I

to someone who still pretends
Some get lost without it while they making ends
Others smart enough to listen when you drop 'em gems
I know its hard to stop me

And she asking me bae how you feel, I hope you feel betta and I hope you can heal
But really I don't feel better than yesterday when I came
But I'm built

bother resisting
Call you a doctor I'm slaughtering bitches
Stiz listen make them bleed
Wipe it on your face this aint make believe
This is only

I miss my OG
Bertha crying in the room
She said hold me
I been awake for so long
It made my nose bleed
Why they take my OG
I lost my head now
I lay

of the firsts to ever rap and sing
Didn't know what to call it but the next big thing
You touching the mic is an automatic hit
Don't matter if it's bout

War in my chest I call that heart attacks, aye
Walk into the store and pull out all the racks, aye
Got my new bitch titties and a Prada bag
Showing

insecure thotty
That ain't no job it's a hobby
By all means get yo' bag
About this you can't brag
Them girls living bad
So they cant call themselves mommy

Applying that pressure you know
I'm a ghee I'm a nigga
I through it up catch it like woahh
These niggas they tip on they toes
When I'm in the booth

real
If my play go to red nigga I start fidgeting
She call me shovel the way I be digging in
And I stay giving out bars too
But don't do no sentencing

Stay scoring threes
Nick curry serve the sauce when yo bitch calls for my a1 heem
Pop out no peak
Moonlight sonata solo session blowing toven p's

When my life rough I go get out the sander
Everyone judging a book by a gander
Head a my time like Clair from outlander
That's why my rapping and beats

Just because we were together
Does that mean I have to live and sacrifice my inner pleasures?
Trying to change a hidden treasure when you were my only

Time flies like drive bys
Going too fast
I don't like when my mind fry
Take it all back
How you flex when you rhyme like shit
If my Will Strong
Imma

to a nightmare
Pills to the face but I'm not scared
When they call my name, they just not there
All the voices in my head I can hear
I know damn well that my death

In little bit of time
It will tell

Who the fake
Who the real

Is you down
Is you still

I don't got
I don't got

Ain't no slime
By my side

Found my

Damn, it's like we almost made it
You had a time to expire, you're refrigerated
I wish your success was as good as your sex
You got that sloppy call me

the flock when I drop a banger
She like my voice but I'm not a singer
Don't turn on boy like the Macarena nigga
Cause we off to the moon
I been locked in

but he lacks protein 
Eey 
You should know me when I came
Ima real fire spitter every WORD is a flame
All them other copy cat fit to steal my recipe
But