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thing, blew up before fame
Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul
Burn through my shoestring, came up from boosting
Du-rags and flatlines, drive-by
But anyway
Your advice is needed
I'm 22 years old,
With a beautiful daughter,
By a dead beat who wouldn't give a quarter to support her
My money
would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label, let's stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name Is"
And pigeon-holed into
being bright, where the grass green
I can't picture myself living where the birds don't sing
I don't care how long we knew each other, you don't know me
someone new to care for
Therefore I become a care generator
I ask myself if any impulse is selfless
Or if I bring self into every part of it
And I haven't
to new life
He is the King in God's coming Kingdom
And He provided us the way to be saved from our sins
Now, to believe this Good News means more than just
lying in pieces
Everything is flat and dreary
I couldn't care what's in the news
Television is the blues
Television is hysterical laughter of people
Floating to keep me from soaking with leeches
My folks are the reason I’ve grown to be reasonable
I don’t wanna eat coz I’m full
Difficult uh
Someone that
save all
Yo wishes for Charlie
I up a bitch
Then I tweak her like Barbie
Someone tell bro
To go up a new 40
One where it blow
It gone take a whole arm
high, I guess
You hope the teacher won't notice you just had a cigarette by the school gates
But you all smell like grass, you act like you're mostly dead
more that we can do
After all the shit you put me through
Why do I still care
Why do I still care for you
When you’ve moved on to someone new
You
You'd think I forgot about that new calf that you sent
And the money in the mail that took care of the rent
Mama's cough's better and Johnny's home
why
It's not necessarily because you're lazy
But because of what's engraved in your brains by those crazy
Commercials and advertisements from
let's go and play
When you walk by
My spirit's so high
As far as the moon I can reach out
With you every moment feels new
And then you are gone
Cold wind
your love told that bitch get off me
Riding through the city with my new thing
Riding with the same Glock but a new beam
And I'm by myself don't need
with feet stuck
In molasses’s learning curve
(yeah but the grass is burning)
Classy, the way the horns curl backwards
Excusing soldiers from the table
No
This the new sound
Coming back from my town
Breaking mirrors
Give a fuck about the luck
7 years bad
I don’t give a fuck
Go and ask my dad
7 years
from me, then I know
Yes then I know that
I will get over you
I will find someone new
Someone that cares for me
I will survive and I need to forget you
breeds rare we couldn't care
Yeah I'm a be right here breathing air with No Fear
So you best beware my breeds rare we couldn't care
Yeah I'm a be right
You talk about me as if I'm not there
You don't even whisper 'cause you just don't care
I stand there and listen to my life go by
And at times I
someone’s gotta do it
This Burrata filled with lava got the Shining, Stanley Kubrick, little Bitch
You are in the presence of the Don Dada
Ron Carter proper
like, ‘how could this be?’
Take it from someone who sees
The warmth as proper reprieve
We in the dead zone
Or are we cryogenically frozen so to speak?
she’s slaying red carpets
In jewel-studded gowns
Posting goofy behind-the-scenes
Moments from her life on set
Or snapping seriously adorable
Selfies with
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