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thoughts and kept a slave to all my wants
I let past affect my present so it's presence never stops
Playing tricks on kids like rabbits, fuel and feed in all

thoughts, and kept a slave to all my wants
I let past affect my present so it's presence never stops
Playing tricks on kids like rabbits, fuel and feed in all

Me God
" and he decided to
Blend elements of two tracks
Shooting the video at
Chatham Dockyard, with West donning
A vintage T-shirt
Acne Jeans and his

Marry Me

No Doubt

Return of Saturn

2000

to tradition
My vintage disposition 
My sincere architecture
And I want to cook him dinner 
But I'm more indecisive then ever
And who believes in forever?

Im tryna rearrange everything in my brain
Like a hurricane came through its a brainstorm
Mind never came with enough fuel for ignition
Like a flame

me cheap

Lonely hearts will laugh the loudest
Living in altered security
And who the hell is that girl with her hand in your hair
Does she smell, does

y'all?

And that's when I figured my fuel
Gas to my fire, the purest of food
Never mistaken the pain and the feud
Given that this is the lesson I should
Be

on the frays
Frays of our own painful remedies plagued
Why do
Why do we hang on the frays
Plagued
Our selfish minds writing the fuel for our falling decent

All

young kids all grown
Some kids don't grow, might be your bro
We put on a show, fuel for the long road
We don't know home, fuck it we go to war
Fuck do you

roams all night to fuel his rebel soul

Steel, chrome
A rolling stone
A rambling flame right to the bone
You can taste the vintage leathers from his

a dollar, used to flaunt all the iced rings
And nice things just to be a success
My definition slightly altered now I'm passing my test
Support my family

Welcome to the streets of dreams, city of angels
Town full of plastic devils, and surgically altered halos
Don't get lost in the dead of the night

with wolves and a bunch of wild apes
Anywhere I roam they know me I carry a lil taste
If I take this all the way they'll say I was irrate
Ive altered

altered
Young FOB from the foggy blocks of Crocker
Spit flawless, live lawless, the beat demolished
Took the garbage, turned it into Melania
Jump Trump

be beat to vintage
I'll pose in a star beach nearby the Pacific and I will wave natural
Until this day, taking over summers, taking to these easy

of approval,
While I'm so overdue yall
Like 22 years past date of renewal
No wasted fuel,
On a case by case basis
I never really played the fool
But probably

Gasoline

Sheryl Crow

Detours

2008

the pumps out of the ground
With a big vintage John Deere

Well I have soldiers on my payroll
Standing guard on my front drive
Snipers on the roof poised

The down times just fuel the progression
Stand tall never trading respect for attention
S'why I’m steady on the up and up
Walk light Cake heavy

play to pass the line to gain
Like what?
Top back speeding through the lanes
Like what? I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
Like what?
I stay in my

there was but limited fuel for the trip
And those equations take me
Those cold equations shake me
Until the dawn shall wake me and carry me home

You may

all on fire
Don't hold me accountable
Don't hold me accountable
They feasted on
Left nothing for the hungry
They poured the vintage
Spilling everywhere

Shoutout my boy Dmoney
I ain't shifty so call me smoothie by association
Yessir

Gossip it fuel me I ask them to talk again
Macking on ops yeah like

adding fuel to the flame
I'm quietly taking aim
Get in my bag now I'm catching headshots, steady picking em off
Not sharing the top spot, steady kicking em

days, 
Feel the urge now rising

Always, Mind altered headlights 
Watching, Shadow people greeting me at night 
Help Me, screaming in a burst of vice