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acting all gangsta,
Now Now
Who does that shit
Fuck your cousin and her twin sister
Now Now
Who does that shit
Go out every night and not feed your

(i)	Snapshots

Harold is an entrepeneur
Harold is a restauranteur
Harold's sharper than a blade
He has contacts In the trade

He loves to laugh

my day one bro’s for the come up
The paranoia producing these instrumentals 'til sun up
And pray the game still got love when it’s over
Listening

Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh
Gotta love
One another
All my sisters and my brothers
Let me hear ya now
Let

know shit about mufucking manners
They all flocking to you like pigeons
And I think that Anita addicted to coffee
She sucking the dick with the jitters

a little thing
Smoke a little trees am I done yet no
cm I done yet no
cm I done yet no
cm I done yet... no

Yeah,
cll the war all the seduction
Pull out game

Charlotte, do you mind if we-

CHARLOTTE:
Go ahead, catch up. I’ll come by to take your order shortly.

ELLA:
So?

CHARLOTTE:
He loves the place!

ELLA:
He

love the part up in the Bible
When it talks about the prodigal
Coming home sad
You'd think his father
Would be angry
Cause he gave him lots of money

My Music
Music and lyrics by Robert Porembski

VERSE:
A long time ago, when I was very little
My parents looked at me and they
Said this kid’ll be

All even send picture on phone
To your mrs and your sister nicole
Leave ppl business
You big pussyole
Leave big ppl business alone
U nuh know
Catch em

cye tell me why it's so easy to drop your head down so quickly, but so hard to keep ya  head up? Yall gotta keep yall head up out there, we all in

forged against me got the strength of all the Heavens
I been hungry for a minute
Ever since I was 11
I'm gonna be ballin' by the time my little sister

that I don't know your name
But I guess it's your fault that I don't rock with lanes
Your love is the drug deep inside of my veins
Fuck all the healing,

were just some kids, we ain't beg to be here. It was cause of You my baby Sister, how she is. You made us feel like we was never loved. Eat a dick man, I

know who to blame,
I love hindustan, mera pride aur meri jaan,
But no one gives a damn about floods up in Assam,
I know they getting hard assuming our

Mary, you clear your agenda for me
We talk about Torah and theology
You pour out your grief, honest and raw
And anoint me savior of all

Mary, Mary,

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One two
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One two

On my dead sister gotta stop the killing
No superman I'ma fucking

mind occupied
By selfish thoughts
Maybe
I’m going crazy
Out my mind
I’ll be back soon
In like five
Maybe ten
All depends
What’s next
Empty soul
Oh go

clothes
But I can’t do no Christmas shopping
All the shops have been closed
The past two years or three I was kinda Merry by now
24 Bottles of Wine
Some

in a backwood just to celebrate our victim
Niggas worried about my trap but i just rode by where you living
I been playing with these racks but I'm

hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, Look, the cross was enough
I should've been saved by the blood, he told me trust In his love, I trusted enough
Now I'm gonna live

born fighter I know she'll be alright
And if she not I'll be by her side
Same goes for all the ones I love
Pretty convinced that we all need hugs
Don't

Adams
C'est histoire vraie
Life is a movie, I liken it to the Matrix
Except Morpheus don't guide us and all the agents put crates of crack up in

mind
Celebrating black talent, while bulidng
P.B.U as an HBCU

And clebrating queer art, and empowerment
By gathering my LGBT brothers and sisters