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made me strong
And I just don't want to fight anymore
I'm sorry
You see, I can't just let these chances pass me by
I see love and affinity beyond these

LAX livin', baby pop in when we in the stu
Haters in my rear view, fakes they see through
Call me up, baby what it do
I’m just tryna fuck around plus

Tisti is the greatest And
Others should say it?
Nobody understands me? I’m gon’ do it my way
I ain’t pushin’ P, I push people to play
Organically

didn’t even know my that own heart was cold like that
I’m sorry God for all the times that I wished that
We was good homies while it lasted man the talks

on Instagram, like a baboon, with your ass out
Ride around like Bandicoot, but I'm sorry girl, I won't crash out
It's a race to your love, like Gran Turismo
She

understood
I'm ma show you I can control you
While I'm gripping my wood
You don't mess with other ladies
But I wish that you would
Cause a naked lady would

stashing I throw in the air
I leave with the baddest she all in my ear
Imagine you hating I don't even care
It's only lit cause I'm there
Promoters move wock

My bad, I'm not proud
And next time I'll check the words That come out my mouth
It's serpents in my verses
Let em out in our house
I'm sorry baby
Take

man
She catching my eye
She bad and she bad and she bad and she bad
I'm stacking money to the ceiling 
Tonight I-ma make her mine

I spit acid, kill

sorry
I tried
Would have never left my best friend crying
Now Im to late
Never in my life have I felt this way
Maybe hormones and shit?
Maybe I love you

can't grief
I used to get it good when I was in the mood
I wouldn't screwed all of my friendships
But I'm feeling real sad now
That I be looking so mad

[Chorus:]
I Dont Give A Fuck, Bitch You Betta Run
Im Livin (Livin For The Love Of My Guns Muthafucka)
Put The Safety Off, Bustin Tears Down
Im Livin

round got me and my bro fucked up 
Dissin got me looking to the sky above
But I ain’t got no faith, no Jesus love
Asked myself if it was love or lust

soul, leave my body, cause too many demons came
Every night I pray God take my sins away

Every church I went to, they told me I'm supposed to be a pastor

in my email 
Type of man that cares about the details
Voh layak ni toh bola use kat ja 
Had his heart broken by a woman named finsta
But hoes gon be

labor
Now she working 7 days a week, got my stomach in knots
By now I thought the music would have built her a crib on a plot
Instead I'm second guessing

listen here

If you were the couple at the Filling Station
Coffee Shop on Johnson Drive in Kansas
11: 00 am on March 20th
I'm sorry for the song I threw

armageddon

No more weddings
This was unexpected
I don't think I reckon
I don't speak I threaten (super sorry)

But I'm sorry, I aint mean to be berating (naw)

a fuck
I'm sorry if I hurt you, I didn't Mean to make you scared to love

I'm used to people walkin' out, That's why it's hard to stay in Touch
I show

da wood while I'm pushing down the ave see
One day you're here, then the other you are gone
Thinking how long can it last, dog is messing with my dome

you want
Just don't forget I'm on the team and you're not
What's the matter? You look sad
It's not my fault you could never make it past the Sports

you like when

You get old,


 And still get told but I keep going because because going on the roll like I love eating sausges rolls,


Sorry I'm

by 12 up in Bordeaux, frio
Like Winterfell i'm Jon Snow
These streets made my heart cold
Frio
Como el corazón de un pipero que no quiere comer y pal

After hours fuckin' up the party 
When I make out with your lover 
You don't love her now I'm sorry

Come home sit and drink with me
Come home we can keep