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I'm working towards is not a waste of my time
Either way it's all for you, I give you all of my mind
Sometimes I hate when I'm sober and sometimes I

like I'm Popeye up off of the spinach
Eat up your bitch, man she tasting delicious
Back in the school I would cheat off a pretty bitch test and teacher

Yeah
I don't have a second to lose
No talk if I'm not in the mood
Turn off the news healing my blues
Your bad energy's been refused yeah
Rub my eyes

maintained and looked to embrace
I leveled up, had to take loses to feel what winning's like
This for niggas in county blues out there sending kites

on the parchment
Gripped by the sweaty palms of a prophet
I can see the chakras and the sutras
My life is clothed in a spiritual cloth
I dice cloves in my ritual

Swear to god I've been doing this
My whole damn life working hard
No sleep tomorrow nothing else feels right
Workaholic, I don't need no substance

can't find no love
My brokеn heart was tripping
But I hope you know I'm moving on
My dreams arе coming true
And the truth is man
The funeral home was

take mine
It's up to me to have a great time
I'm working too hard to see dreams fade
Sometimes when I'm all alone I just wanna runaway
Then they said

working
Bloody knuckles
And your face blue
Lay your head to rest
And take a breath
Thank God
The blessings came through
8 Months in LA
I miss yall, damn my

chattering teeth and my breath it freezes

My sand soaked jeans make my legs turn blue
And I was woken by the tide lapping on my shoes
And a man walking his

the cold of the morning
With a jet black Royce
In the place of his awning
There's a suit in a high-rise
Working nights
All alone, backlit by the city lights

than a scholar
I was slanging CDs with blue one
But now I’m making every dollar
Working with the white collar
Don’t get mad cuz you’re hurting
Don’t get

profit up by rushing (I was)
Fuck up down bad it got ugly
Started working both hands call it doubling
I fuck up a little
Need the source fuck ah man in

Why did I set the alarm
When I'm working 'round the clock
Attrition through blue collar jobs
Success is just double-talk
Frayed nerves, no end in

bedroom
Stranger things be going down
Find my will by season 2

Gas in my pocket about to row to the islands
World cold I just wanna get high man
Wanna get

Never fussing over loyalty you know that imma ride
(i'm gon ride )
Grateful for what made me and the fam thats by my side
(by my side )
If you fam

Working hard as fuck, taking care of kids, educated for the Black fam-ily she raising,
Black halo queen, Black Afro sheen,
Black twists keeps her Black man

a minute, I forgot to say goodbye
They seen it all, demeanor slide
They seen my fall, between the trials
Man these blue ticks give me a reason not to show my

blue red, butter the guts inside
Judging my spirit by flesh But they don't know what's inside

Stomping with big dogs Digging my paws muddy
Gotta keep

And I was just playing, I was just playing man, you feel me
I don't even know how to rap yet
Mami got trash head, but her cat wet
You don't got 50,

from another planet took a look and saw 
This nice little blue planet sitting alone, nestled nicely 
All by itself in the goldy locks zone
So you go

a shorty that's bossy
Handyman ride with a tool in the car seat
I'm always working
Living like everything's urgent
My girl was drawn by Tim Burton
I don't

I'll present to you on our wedding night
As I hold your hands lost in your pretty eyes
Bright blue, like the sea that we're living by
There'll be

losing
They sniff coke cause they sad and they end up dead
My instincts tells me they insects cause they faced the blue death
Alpha

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