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a roughneck, redneck, cowboy poet and singer of songs
In the dance halls and choir lofts for all you saints and outlaws

Chorus
But time keeps chasing away all

My Life

Fabolous

Playlist

2016

And I rarely be round
But when I do, the jury be drowned
And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now
The top on the 5 series be

take your shot, so go beyond
And leave a legacy that will grow eons
It's a blitz it's a charge
I sprint to the stars
The race of my heart
Embrace all my

through the streets
Fell into linen sheets
I broke his heart before I could blink twice

Maybe I'm trying to hard to be a bad guy
Sprint away from my good

cause broke and can't floss
Yo I cop coke
Cook it up - y'all buy it cooked already
Like a '98 six wild like a Chevy
Yo I floss now
Look how much my jewels

man jamming
At a Wed for my unc and my aunt
Saw a man sprint to the front
Tried to pull out his thing
Got whacked
By the best man team
No telling
What

of moms
Pick ya poison paradigm you Can’t sprint a marathon
I’m official as the stamp they put 24 karat on
Smoking golden state in the rotten Apple who Gon

click stay in jail like robert downey jr.
Like outlaw in the beacon, nigga we can
Fuck wit' niggas think they live while y'all weaklings
I'm from iraq,

the series
I'm in my zone but Niggas don't hear me
My Bluetooth can reach so I ain't out of range
Feelin like I am the ME in the TEAM like Kobe
But they treat

Well good evening everybody and welcome to this full throttle thrill show that is world series sprint cars, well folks they've come from far and wide

Smash

Outlawz

Ride Wit Us or Collide Wit Us [Clean]

2000

stretch when it's time to sprint
Time limited
They want my life but I ain't givin it
Outlaw, Low-Lives, taking your life
We blow mics and I'm breakin in

a row
It won't heal like Achilles
I wanna write a tv series
About conspiracy theories
Turn on, tune in, drop out
Like Timothy Leary

Tell em cop it
Drop

that shit
we sacrifice like bunts and sprint
baserunners ducked and slid
choking up on the wood like the sluts I've hit
get tied up by sink or splitter,

and
Reality trippin lookin to the sky till the day I die
Suckers sprint only soul was friends all acting became into an actual life run again
You know what it's

chicken trash and now my tracks are gonna be food for the mass 
You can blast it at the bastards who confuse you as wack 

Y'all ain't as toxic

Ain't a bounty I've gone after that can put me in my grave yet
Jet thinks I'm too reckless, leaving a mess of twisted wreckage
Sorry for the way I do

pistols but they really ain't shooting shit
Niggas be talking bout tools but they really ain't doin shit
Nigga be lookin at a Eulogy feeling I can do a hit

you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'