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Trying to figure out
Trying to figure out
Trying to figure out
Trying to figure out
Trying to figure out
To figure out
To figure out
R'out
sometimes I just drop out
I live my own life I find my own rout
Drop out sometimes I just drop out
I live my own life I find my own rout
Live my own life find
up rock out rout out ohh yea, oh yea
See man a pull up, pull up, Rock out rock out
Pull up pull up then I rock out rock out
Man a pull up pull up rock
McQueen
Cat out, runnin' from that trackhawk
Got my cash out, nigga ain't doin' that bank rout
Cat out, runnin' from that trackhawk
Got my cash out, nigga
up just to be broken down
Turned inside out, routs out o the ground
Tryna hold my breath tryna make sure I don't drown
Ha ha ha ooooo
I will always
Without a doubt, we turn the mutha out
Routs threw out shouts, "Ain't we funky now"
Godfather, Soul Brother Number One
[Milo:]
Ugh! (Ugh!) Ugh! (Ugh!)
Straight down from the deep out here tryna make it up
Trying diffrent means got us takin different routs and
I don't wanna lie been in the dark
Back out, this is the rout!
Back out, and shut your mouth!
Back out, you ain't got no behaviour!
Back out, don't know who could be your saviour!
the stone and the thorn and get squeeze
So nya man go rout out the bad weed
[Incomprehensible] now dem see rasta nah bow
'Cause rasta man no sell ollogyow
you through
Keep me on the right rout
Lead me out of my doubt
Am I knocking the ghost town
Are the cells just breaking apart
Can you please put
That I'd lose my self
I would of found a new rout to get out of this hell
I sit down and think to myself
I wish I was somebody else
Feels like help is
Back out, this is the rout!
Back out, and shut your mouth!
Back out, you ain't got no behaviour!
Back out, don't know who could be your saviour!
know the plot
New breed, old creed
Let's see what you brought
This shit has turned into a rout
Blood in, blood out
We're bringing down the thunder
Rout them out
Go outside
Here inside I ain’t gonna beat them
And it’s devouring
Capturing, canceling
Breaking my rhythm
Is that a mission
rout out these motherfuckers
And rip out there guts and touch the ceilings
I'm not playing I'm not fucking Lit I'm fucking angry as shit
Know your place
rout out these motherfuckers
And rip out there guts and touch the ceilings
I'm not playing I'm not fucking Lit I'm fucking angry as shit
Know your place
rout out these motherfuckers
And rip out there guts and touch the ceilings
I'm not playing I'm not fucking Lit I'm fucking angry as shit
Know your place
pivoting and goddamn
We living it
Sip it straight out the bottle
Now I feel invigorate
Planning the escape
And shit is imminent
To find the routs out my
astray by false doubts
Mount the charge and sound a shout out
As those bad old foes we rout out
In the shadows they’re still lurking
Let’s show them for
get me some nascars. My b*tch she rockin' her dreadlocks. Whereever i go keep some headnots, they been countin' my pockets for play play. We might rout
And on they came with fear and flame, to burn and loot and slay,
Until they reached the red-roofed croft, the home of Jean Desprez.
"Rout out the village
out
She gon make it out
Yea she been around the way
She almost know every rout
She gon make it out
Is she gon make it out?
She gon find a way if it’s
a outcast rout out my direction cause im down bad
Brown but im bored of education not about trash
Found rap but its saturated by the clowns
Alot of em out but
a outcast rout out my direction cause I'm down bad
Brown but I'm bored of education not about trash
Found rap but it's saturated by the clowns
A lot of em out
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