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him
I gotta glock tucked so bitch I ain't Wrestling
Boy I'm not really evil
I'm an angelic demon but you can see it in My eyes
I be trynna move like

to a swine
Loyalty and betrayal, it's like the leader far behind
It's like a colorful scenery, a pitch back blind
Angelic or demonic, fuckin' or platonic

You are my bestie
Late night we’ll be wrestling yea
If you want sexing
Just go ahead and text me yea
We be on the low low
No one know what we is
I’ll

(Swifta production)
Sickers

I'll spin man like Kane
What kind of Kane? Wrestling Kane
Not that Kane, NASTY Crew Kane
Colombian 'caine, Abel

worst girl
When all I really ever wanted for you was the best things
Why we fighting like it's wrestling?

When I give her all that prada and that Louis V

wrestling fake
Cause in no pants, I manhandle the odds
Just to break you, into Snap Crackle Pop
Wish for a break, I grant a Snap Crackle Pop
So social with

Ayy, this girl angelic I don't know if she's from heaven
Turn my diamonds to a relic, no cashapp she said zelle me
Drop two like Melly, don't know

LIGHT
IN THE WILDERNESS OF FAITH
IN THE MESSY, MIDDLE PLACE
COULD YOU BE HERE TOO? 

IN THE QUESTIONS AND TENSIONS
THE PUZZLE THE DOUBT
IN THE WRESTLING

the semi you know he be buggin when he off the Jenny
If they moving sloppy we leaving it messy
If you moving wocky get cut like a ceasar
My heart it got cold

On the block balling
Serving niggas till they stop calling
Bitch I'm shot calling
Niggas bitches take the top off em
He do not wrestling
Fuck with

at work, menage a, and just Leave
It messy, they not so petty, just hold it Steady, I hope you're ready, we throw Money

Like it's confetti, I'm just tryna

a moment, it feels like he's still with us

Well I've had to much to think in the past week
Wrestling with my will's own authority
Time is what makes me think

the drum is unloaded
Fuck a demonic lick
On my demonic shit
Even when I'm angelic with the flows
I'm an ancient relic for these hoes
Put the green beam

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De La Soul

And the Anonymous Nobody

2016

lanes I was looking angelic
Psychedelic, if you was like it I can sell it
But I don't fuck with that sweet shit, I'm diabetic
This is rapping at it's

snack, bitch
You know I ain't talking Scooby
Psychodelic, out this bitch
Poetic when I spit
I'm so angelic with the shits
Match my aesthetics's in this

rosaries
No angel wrestling involved
But I question his birth
I want to know how it happened
You 15 and locked in your chamber
Isolated by prayer   necessity

On what I have collected through the moves of my collective
But still back and forth I'm wrestling all this time that I been stressing
Flip and say

please put the lights on
I've been wrestling with demons in the darkness for too long
In the darkness for too yeah
Since a new born I felt that I was too

Deliver me from evil
Forgive my transgressors
Descendant are my demons of angelic ancestors
Erase your sacred text, progure no more
Selecitve verses
My

a boss peanuts
if it gets messy be prepared for the cleanup
But this thing called success is so strange
because you can get notoriety and still ride

light when the burden too heavy
Get away clean when the job get too messy
Huh? (Huh?)
Don’t try to run cause my shooters too deadly
Never go empty you

show you when you undressing
I make you feel too messy 
I cloud your mind 
To confessing 
My eyes make me angelic

So Come around 
Come around 
Stop

the people singing
"it's your bestie,miss miss westie"
And few surprise guest
The moshpits got messy

Friday was Nicki Minaj headliner day
My favourite that

women
Cause these days
They messy
I know you think that I'm old
Cause this world is much different
But nothing is new under this Sun
It just take some