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a front, you might as well run when you see me come
Walk straight up, grab the mic from a bag'a man, jump on stage "dan, dan, dan da da dan"
Horror,

in the storage
Loud pack trips like a tourist
The forest, the treetops
Six bags for tree shop
Six bands on G-SHOCK, dress up and meet us
Dress up

gon worsen
And my life go quicker uh
Who can I blame for it
No therapist so it's all storage
The sky kinda pretty when it look orange
But I don't got

I Promise Never to Get Paint on My Glasses Again, Pt. 1

cLOUDDEAD

cLOUDDEAD

the moonlight with my tongue, 
depression in a vacuum. chest pains and violent nightmares, 
brought me to this patch of grass and sun. 
beauty is in the dead

the nighttime
One for the goodbyes
Two for the good times
I ain’t ready yet
The 40 pointed at my chest
I’m stuck on the last breathe
He sold me some bad tech
Lost

the daughter of Satan, I begged you but you had to dip
Maybe now it’s for the best, oh you don’t know why I rap?
To get the pain out my chest, you come at me say

nowhere to be found

VVS’s on my chest that’s why they staring me down
Anti-coulrophobia ain’t scared of these clowns
These n***as not on my level but y’all

money, drugs, murder
And violence
We the next step after the planes
The bullet that exit's your skull
After it splatter your brains

Garbage bags from

Golden Sands

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

of conspiracy investigation
Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization
Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci
Rags of gucci, down at Carantang, true

shit, I feel like Bob Vance
Bro put his dukes up, but he ain't even in a stance
Ooh, you gon' get rocked
Phone out the storage with this gun, you gon' get