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the days are all grim
Too alive once the chips are all in
When I'm in effect, the days are all close
Woke up new, the city was all ghost
When I'm in effect,

I been sober I ain’t  smoke or drink in 30 days 


Even though  my head nappy I’m floating through with 30 waves

 
Crawl before you walk some shit

ARTHUR:  Well, I AM king...
DENNIS:  Oh king, eh, very nice.  An' how'd you get that, eh?  By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated

Late, late, late, late
Am I too late-late-late-late?
Late-late-late-late
I've been thinking about you all day-day-day
All day-day-day
Am I too late? am I

hate this feelin'
Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A.M
I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
He said he went

Girl am I too late
To do the little things that you like
Too Late to take you out just for a night
Tell me am I too late
Too late
Tell me am I too

an invitation
Man I admit I go through so much day to day (day to day)
Got 23 lawyers, 3 or 4 managers, what am I doing? Show me the way (oh)
The only thing I

deny 
All of my sufferin’
Buildin’ up patience
I am runnin’ away with
Chasin’ the grave quick 
Wrestlin’, wrestlin’, wrestlin’
I am in pain with
I have

as the great I am

I had been making tunes
I had been loving her
I had been loving Grayson too yet I was so disturbed

To hear her on the phone
A friend she met

Clearly I need therapy
I'm stuck inside this melody like if I had a warranty
I'd be with it eternally
Thought I had one with you
But no, it was illusion

to fix
Seven Eight,  now it's too late

When I call the plumber and he finally arrives
Who knows what else they'll find digging through my plumbing lines?

HudMo Dope says "what's up?"

Go Dreamer's a (?), wish upon a star
I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars
This that spaceship, that space

A week feels like a day
Where the fuck I am at
I can't see clear
No vision where's my path
Is it still here?
Time's passing by
And I just spectate
Where

care for you
Love me  forever
In time I know you'll feel it to
 
Fourth of July - each time - that I am with you
I wanna wake up close by you side my

a whole heap of seconds in a day time 30, one for every thought of you
I'm hopin' its late, but knowin' it's early, what am I gonna do?

Maybe I could last

what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,

provided by homie sweet
I hope he make it selling clothes
Cause these niggaz never want what's best for you until the casket close
But it's never too late

I'm awake
When it's too late I feel unmerry
In solitary
It's 3 am
You smoke a gram it's voluntary
You're commentary
You're commentary
You're commentary

Loud Noises

Bad Meets Evil

Hell: The Sequel

2011

electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I

Let me get one more night
Late night and it's almost three
All the things I could almost be
Living regular, that's not me
Give me one more day in

wordless discontent
Unwavering contradiction of words and mind
It's too late, it's too late
I am the selfish, gripped by fear
It's too late, it's too late
I

way too late to stop
It’s way too late to stop now
It’s way too late to stop

It’s way too late to stop now
Every day I write down
Sights, sounds,

money
Never too late for under 30 money, 30 money

This a fly-by
You in paradise
Never fight by
Two is pair of dies
This a fly-by
You in paradise
Never

too late to change
Every day that passes by we age
Some days are like falling planes
But I ain't afraid 'cos they were the way
That made me the way I am