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Always in my head about a lotta things
Capitulating 'cause I lost a lot of friends
I gotta take it easy man I gotta chill
Solace on the beat

indicator
He'll level up from El Dweeb
To Octavio the Greater
I may sound like a promoter
But I'm not an exaggerator
Sir Dweeb, I go by R-Kwon
If you need

Really Doe

Danny Brown

Atrocity Exhibition

2016

the dark
Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart
Sin is such a work of art
Watch out for the love lost
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand
Things a nigga do for

New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should

the side
Head fits right for a crown
Everybody lost gets found
Just tryna figure out how
My mood, saucy right now
Can't no one stop me right now
Fake love

not losin'
Damn, go to sleep, we fuckin', wake up, then we fussin'
Baby, we can't force it, love will run its course
I'll make you call my name until

take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this

list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by

Rolling 'round town with my windows down
Rolling 'round town with my windows down
Yea

Rolling 'round town with my windows down
AC on max,

Affairs of the Heart

Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Affairs of the Heart

2012

darling
Your love is life saving
You always catch me when I fall

When the tour bus drop off
And all light lock off and i'm a mere mortal again
Promoter

Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup
No party, I'm sorry
Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no

to show my spine, I am my own worst enemy
Keeping tabs on my old haunts, no love, nobody there for me
Lost hope in the father, started buying what they're

Drunk by Myself

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

up blasting A/C going wherever instinct takes me
I hate it when I'm like this
The bottle's my accomplice

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I

eat this bread, lil baby, aye
Just fuck it up and I got this coupe the way
I want, I bussed it up, yeah
I fell in love wit these blue strips
I fucked

make it you gotta face it I took my cases
Bullets keep on flying I'm leaving traces by all the casings
Run these streets like ASICS I had to go get

Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup
No party, I'm sorry
Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no

myself rich I love guala
Ima pick up the pack this bud guava
I be sipping this ac my cup lava
I’m with the clique in the trap don’t want drama
Might get

how y'all slang
Lost so many close niggas
Drunk, almost crashed, I'm going too fast
Highway patrol will just flash
Lights in my rearview
If they stop

they're watching me eat,
You play not to lose you already lost, I'm playing for keeps
Playing for keeps, playing for keeps playing for,
I'm playing for

Came up on ACs & deets, from a teen been stacking them notes
I was tryna see all the Gs them eat 'cos they're stuck on them roads
No love for police,

where the saga continues

tell these promoters start lookin for some venues

I'm backstage meditatin breathin easy

waitin for the moment I'm signaled by

He lost it all
The keys to car,
The keys to the crib, 
Lost the keys to her heart
He's lost now, sunny money ain't the same in the dark 
She's lost

bezel (on my bezel)
I ran off on the pussy, who gon' book me?
Tell the promoter I'm hittin' licks, don't book me (don't book)
So I started thinkin'
I

Albuquerque

Weird Al Yankovic

Running with Scissors

1999

radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won