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Support that they gave me could never be bought
Listen
Here’s a question for the questionnaires
Why you want freedom?
What’s the meaning if you

My pictures don't have a frame we meeting up on a weekend
I'm getting my dividends she call me the president
I'm thinking she heaven-sent she get me,

share 
Like my hair, I have one condition 
 
You gotta love me first 
Love me like I love you 
Love me first 
Love me like I'm always thinking of you

with time
Got me thinking 'bout cigarettes
How she look so pretty smoking them, oh my
I don't know how I'm supposed to act around you
How the fuck am I

Super busy making questions for your questionnaire 
Wondered if I cheat
If i'd treat you right
You tried to sound so sweet
But I heard the fright
Who knew

the stars align
I'm not blind
and I'm inclined to be great (YEAH)
(Instrumental)
Thinking of my old songs
they were just the first spawns
this is the new me

a loss it’s a


Win god testing I don’t wanna hear about no threats in a message 


Watch them niggas who ain’t never even checking thinking u forgot

yeah you creep and hide
What you doing in the limelight
What you doing next to my side
Thinking this is some spotlight
Already wasted all my damn time
I

Empty tables with mismatched chairs, figures in the shadows
I'm clearly failing this questionnaire, the liquor has hit a plateau
Counting

shits with time to spare
Dare you to miss me as you barreling like you don't care
Out my hair with your bitching, and endless errant questionnaires
Like

is mightier than the S-word
I think you accidentally put a space
Ahhh Shoot
You heard the man
Shoot first then you hit em with a questionnaire
What

handwritten note at a coffee shop
Your voice confessing you were in love
My prayers thankful for you
The sails that hoisted in my view
I remember thinking
'This

won't never drown
2. Take my icewood,  you get blade on seven mile  
3. You got me fuck up, thinking I'm weak
4. Bunch of Michigan hoes willing to suck

on my chairs
This weed leave me with questionnaires
Burnin my cells feelin' myself
Shes gettin stuffed no Build-a-Bear
I'm the realest here.
It's been

stress
Struggles out with a tech
Fucc it up ama tell you dawg
I was 16 when I started thinking bout getting mom a fucking Porsche
100 milli grooming my

solar flares and
She can't read
But she filling out like questionnaires
We can succeed
We just need to learn to love ourselves
Raise our kids on Earth