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my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat

be brave
Hey a good day a good day is really far away
Smile on my face is empty but I'm feeling okay 

Okay, a little confused 
A bit out of place I'm

the roof / Out the roof
I’ll be home, / Ill be home
By noon / By noon
Just hum this tune
Double back we’re through
It’s cool
Like swoosh
I move fast
Check it

know that I'm in full control
Cause the words and the tunes I feel here in my soul
						
If this is a power, I'm not overthinking it
If this was a drink

on a swing
Having a little sing
La la la
Cos I really don't care
If I'm outta tune or if I sound rude
Keep it to yourself
Don't you dare, I don't care
I don't

just be popping them pills, wow
I hope that you know the deal now
Take food out my mouth and I'll kill now
I been ahead by a clear mile
Y'all just afraid

Jida C and Tune
This for Dae and Soulja Slim
This for all my infant locs
For Coot little bro and them
They gon' get it how they want
It ain't no

6 Foot 7 Foot

Karmin

Covers, Vol. 1

2011

on my grind, did I get a little love?
Yeah bit by God
Hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side, oh
I'm a girl, I visit bathroom

yeah
This is just a little tune about graffiti

The idea is to let you know
That graffiti is rockin' and it's on the go
And there's a lot more to it
If

never be an issue back in my day
Back then, if you had a nickel you were good
Let me tell you a little
Story about my childhood
Sounds nice, Grandpa, but

stand rap
Or hearing it will convert
After hearing my lyrics smash'n
I'm a man trapped
In Little dreary Erie PA
Who let's the fury lash
Like a boss
Time

both by the heads and the tail oh my ya big guy chain them
To the bed post they scream and they cry who said I gotta get lit to talk shit
Bitch liquid is

some trophies
I smoke by my lonely, this one of one
I don't find home in your homies
See the hoe in your homies
I ain’t beefin’ with blacks and latinos

mama)
I'm saying mama thank you
I been on the moon
Boarding on my plane seeing life a little different
I miss my blasian baby why you move so far from

Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
Said, "live a good

Who's doing this ting
It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works
How it's so diverse
Why work when the fiends wanna by work?
I really can't stand you fake

little leaf ledge
Is my twisted brain and a crying rain
There's a box of lightning, there's a box of lead
But there's a pail of hope next to my bottle

on the loose, Veggie in tune
Nails done by Rokie she rocking it too
I hit the studio spazz in the booth
I show my old my friends my new shit they look at me crazy

Little shorties around the way all yearned to talk your man out
I got my game from Cool J and learned to knock a man out
You can’t reverse engineer it, no

and five hits tell em
Then radio will force you to like it
And cause you to buy it
I want you to read my thoughts like you psychic
I'm rather biased and by

a pack
With some sentimental crap and a
Little bit of rap mix it with some rock and
A little bit of Bach
No, I'm playing, no I'm not
What I'm saying gon'

Funky Payback

O.G. Style

I Know How to Play 'Em!

It kinda makes you want to move cause it's smooth
It's that type of hype, so believe it
Brought by the Boss and the E
With the funky little track

the Jews know my family by name

Growing up, single parent, had a disadvantage 
Mama always working no supervision, God kept me managed
Little experiments,

Manny competition be the best
Nevertheless, stay on my grind and take my time (Take my time)
Call me little Danny or those sisters 'cause I shine
I don't