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Sommy Lovell

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Where are you going?
I know we went over this plenty of times
But you really still don’t see that this
Is probably pointless
Or, no
Forget it
Okay, you were saying
Heard about how you would want it in the worst way
Enough to flip your soul pawn it in the first place
But not enough to have you ready on a Thursday
Or even making down payments on your birthplace
The word say this what you hear before the fire and the earthquakes
Not what you're juggling on speaker during first base
Your nerves say you came into it like your first day
And worst case you get to quit it on my worst day
The hearse paid with EBTs
The bootlegging off of DVDs
I'm bootlegging for a TD, see
No handoff when you CC me
The whips, the women, the etc
It’s old whips for us
And I might ride for eulogy down I-95
When who you see up on sideline die
Recall me like a highlight write
Install me when the hits you're putting up don't hit for us
Bet on wages
Bet it all, better off, get on stages
Dead ‘em all, send 'em off, press on cages
Press my mink coat, suppressed by steam boat
The press might deep throat to sell off pages
Let it off, let 'em all make it a forfeit
Tell you off, tell ‘em all make it important
Make 'em endorse it, make me an offer
Call up office, cough up, pay me in corpses
Tone down
I could probably sell you a CD with no sound
Wait for who you follow to take you to Jonestown
Bleeding off a hollow, I figured it goes 'round
Best to close down
Rest assure I might plaster your crown, figure
It'll fit you with building blocks and stick figures
Know you never related to any stiff rigors
Booming back in the basement longer than Big Tigger
Moving back with a statement to cover purchase
The newest rapper don’t come with a couple verses
You want a come up from hooks cuts and purses
You're a backup, settle down and rehearse this
And bring this with you
‘Cause I'm sure your baby momma know, aye
Fall for a slice like it’s Dominos, aye
Alright if we can like
Dead that Aye flow shit that you niggas like to do
That would probably
Coroner call, what happens if I ball long enough
Or fall abrupt, lies run amuck, running up
Or son-ning up, skies covered a, son of a
Mothered up, two time with the tummy tuck
Mugging with her budget up
Got her budging for a blooded buck
Got a hundred bill for the fuller you feel
Feeling in touch
With the mirror full of persona that you look up
To, in the end concede, tell you
If my effort's causing me to bleed
To my death, I'm dying as the seed
Of your deity, I've sprouted leaves
Such my adversary clings to me
Further on E than your F made me a G
Murder to a tee, stash you in back of the vee
Words from the barrel of a gunner never pass by a runner
Oh it's yours now
I thought it was yours last Summer
Your moment on black people time
They got your deposit on decline
I draw a composite of your prime
I could see the flaw in your design
I could see the reason you resign
I could sense nothing for a spine
Present tense, nothing on the line
You need you a prayer for divine
You need a possession to define
More affiliation needed to align
I know
Perfect offer, serve your purpose, work for servant
Swerve the perp with perc when sound call
Purge my curtain, merge my surface, turf for serpent
Nerf my worth to curve your downfall
Figure you could see it from a window
When the ends low to reimburse pay
Your sin go where the wind blow, if it ends though
Tell me more of how you want it in the worst way
I mean
It’s serviceable
You know, I don’t think it’s
But
You know what, whatever

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