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Canadian
I just meant that I have to move
Somewhere where I'm surrounded by people that are better than me
I gotta push myself, break my own barriers

have a pops
That was a true hustler? And I was in my old
Spot with some new customers
What if I got hit from them
Shots that just chewed the comforter?

will be the moment for a new start

We knew each other, by the look in our eyes

Didn't dare to say, too frightened to give too much

Why should you

Cus this the new me
A change that's coming, its funny
Cus it aint true but the old motherfucker,
He just don't know what to do
See, it's the good

mouth
Braggs about
his new yaught
and his new Patek watch
Dont know all of this time
That I kept him on watch
Followed all the way home
Now we know where

Everybody Jam!

Scatman John

Weekend Party

1997

that the old time religon to be played out the horn and the blues was born
Satchmo's breathin' deep in my soul
Let me sing it to you
Hallelujah

right where I belong
I'm with the gang, we'll pull up on your lawn
Niggas is fake, they would lose if they draw
She say you're tight like my pussy,

I afford anything anymore
Only old clothes in my drawer
Hit a new low when I walked
Over the road to the dole and I thought
I would only need it for

(The house is drowning)
Bad bitch by my side, I got nothing to do
Speed up little guy you got nothing to lose
And I ain't used to all that chit-chat

What's out there?
Search for it all day
Steady as I flee
Was another kin
Where's the star in me?
Petty as my feet
Struggle underneath
Flying through

the deep end Imma float too
Couple clowns try to tell me that I'm old news
So I broke through
Here's a toast to
Taking over
Got the game by the throat, make

it's a little silly We play at these games
When you used to screaming out my name like everyday
Maybe now it's time to get some space
Let me get up out

starting a party
Crown the new champ like lombardi
Out of sync getting little cocky
Can't paste it if you can't copy
Midnight can't see nothin no lights call

Careless or carefree less I'm old with no nigga
Well figure
My thoughts are a little deeper than the surface
Like that play you watching is going to hell

Preachers playing with their new guns
Rocking denim with the boot cut
I hold ribs where their boot struck
Friends all covered in who’s blood?

Lights

on 
It's not my problem nor should I have to make it my problem
You just stay in your own little world, and I feel that cause we lose the point of life by

to see their bad decisions
And now we're all on a godforsaken rescue mission

I thought growing up was stressing about the rent but look my news feed is

It is not over
You got so lucky with me
Rare ass breed, I'mma four leaf clover (That's four, that's four, that's four)
Just like my number in my glory

die, seen me at my most alive, but
I feel like I don't know myself 
I feel like a part of me is stuck up on a shelf and

I wanna know what's holding me

blowing O's with a new patek
Showing me things I ain't know of, in Providence spent 10 on that
Now in Court side he got me in my bag, giving me things I

day of Christmas, 
my Zug love took me to Downtown
Cuz where are we at now?  
Aren’t we always Downtown?
Maybe Downtown is all around

On the second day

often told that your home is where your heart is
That sayings old, my home departed
That’s why I’m guarded and it’s why I haven’t started
To focus on my

song in heaven hope you smiling down on me
I just want to let you know your little boy is now a man and I
I walked by your graveside the other day
It was

The Song of the Seven Inch Cowboy

Pain

Wonderful Beef

1997

ever known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his name and I drew near
I hopped upon his shoulder and I grabbed him by the ear
I held my little pistols up