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I can't stop that shit
Perkies got me feelin' lit
All relaxed and shit
Tryna blow her back and shit
But I can't love that bitch
You know I had to dump

long
Would’ve ran through half a M by the
Time I dropped my first album
More money than the guy that
Made me my first thousand
More morals than any

vain 'bout a big bodied Benz
You can tell your little
Twig 'hottie' friends that I said

Your eyes are a color that I've never seen
I'm gonna save my

Nahmean, them is all about the profit margin
When the projects starving be a carcass garden
In a heart less hardened lives a plan of God
cnd you can harness

I regret everything

cnd the people you meet, waltz into your life, and they leave just as fast
cnd you do what you can, to try and find love, but

and hella rotund
So numb when I'm off a potion bitch I'm frozen
Corroding the scene I feel disgusted by the notion
Don't you talk me lil bitch we not the same

Still got your name tattooed on my brain
I turn away hope I don't feel it
I can't escape
Still wearing your chain
But I'm not yours

It's like you
Hit me

apparent, could give a fuck if you don't like it
Must be phased by it, why your ass lookin'?
Mane look, I know I'm scorchin' in this motherfucker, settin'

So many years
You faced the world alone
Frightened that life
Might pass you by

Then he appears
Someone who smiles at you
This is no time

tell you, “just go”
Don't listen to me, don't listen to me no

It's not your job to apologize for things that hurt me, though I half expect you to know

Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah

This one for them young niggas
Hustlin' them waters in Atlanta
By any means run your bands up
'Member when my mama used

I COULDN´T MISS YOU IF I TRIED

Woke up this morning, half past four
And watched a movie
It was “The Truman Show”
I should have thought you’d know

Elevation

Blind Iris

Blind Iris

2004

Three, Four
I've been before
Rocking the mic 
And you can't ignore
That five, six
The man with the sticks
Got more beats 
Ya, the kids got tricks
Seven,

I knew you weren’t just a stiff with dreamy eyes
But you will compromise, if you are blinded by the headlights
Walk, walk inside of me
And plant

Young boy got it, the young boy popping
The young boy always on the move, he ain't stopping
My team deep, so proceed with caution 'fore you cross him

soaring
Hall of Fame 
When I'm scoring
Can't worry bout the sideline
Getting cheddar
When you go and secure 
The bag
Your neck wet up 
Flow special all

waiting room
(Your name in italics
A product of habit)

Vase half full with holy water
You were holy too
(A swan song in static
So melodramatic)

And you

Now there's a meaning to
This thing called life
But you just gotta find it
In this thing called strife
I wish I could rewind and show
You this is all

that half of life is passing time
It's just the way you moving
This day and night no average grind
We on a different movement
I capitalize on all these

deviling deep within him
Need a second
All it takes to drip his innards
Leave a crater
Watch you die by my sickness
New world order
What I want
Like a god

Already told some people they want split's
They can suck a dick
Half the people front like the want
You try to grab you
Industry say I'm green but I
Come

always on you
One eye always on the door

You looked at the ground
We're trapped and can't get out
Nervous by yourself
Take these things and keep them
Sing

Call Back Home

Kyle Lionhart

Call Back Home

2017

I laid down by my shadow
He's talking my secrets
He's talking the truth
And he said, "Well, fuck where you're going"
Left without reason talking

Yesireebob

Blaine Larsen

In My High School

2004

the life for me
How do you get that job?

Well, there's doctors
And lawyers with Ph.D.'s
Who spend half their lives
Just to get their degrees

There's