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ain't rich, I'm just barely breaking even (yuh)
Four fits on me rocked em' all four seasons, 
Gotta cash in, breaks bands
I got wardrobe fever (huh)
Aye,

control right now
The money and the bag on the phone right now
Benjamin Franklin on my telephone 
Lean with the ice on my styrofoam 
Baby you can beat it

we learn to cheat the miles
Always did before
Always did before

I pass through every kind of land
Start to sea the sky expand
My mind a rubber band

Hangovera’ch lemon aid,
Tenu dava na game poori, tu Demo khed,
Katal kare mic nitt naiyo Ammo fake,
Gaana garha mango shake, haiga Devil's Advocate,
Ek telephone

an han han an han han dou dou dou dou

Mea culpa, mea culpa
Mea maxima culpa

Wododo wododo

Mea culpa, mea culpa
eyo’nle brass band une valse

say up on that telephone
I got some niggas that's locked in the feds, I hope they make it home
My momma taught me to be a man and live life on your own

I just hit my baby on the telephone 
cnd she wanna come get freaky with the boss alone 
Take a trip out to Tihiti maybe Barcelona
cnd she always play

mouth
We in the A-Loft, Ron, this bitch, we hot as fuck
He say I'm broke, he gon' kill me, I telephone him, try his luck
Bring out them Switches if they

on the telephone
And said " I know of a party, you can fucking drive"
So I went and picked him up and we stopped at the store
I got one case but Jon wanted more

they never Grabbed My leg in the end
(Nobody to call on)
Reach before the telephone click 
They only get six rings fore 
They catch on to this

With

elastic bands keepin' my shoes on
Got those swollen-hand blues
I got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've

in the ass with a pickle) (pickle jar!)

He grabs that bitch, and runs to the checkout (Does he have money?)

Does he have the bands? He's starting

Shockey new estate gon' make me feel I'm the man when I get it imma get a gate that's reppin my whole brand
S on the front and it cost me several bands
I

elastic bands keepin' my shoes on
Got those swollen-hand blues
I got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've

boat
Going down the same road, new shoe, kicks though
Sailboat, same note, sugar coat, promote, antidote

Billy goat, blue throat, fur coat, telephone

the clique 
So you know that we get the rass in 
Tables turned now I’m laughing 
Sim simma now very important 
Bands extortion 
Walk out with the - same way

Trap from the Motherland
Kwa track niko marathon
Pablo on the telephone
Chilling with a foreign broad
Nipe mita ka soo
Chrome ndani ya daso
Shida ni

that mirror in the eye, own up to your own lies
And Imagi will become your Neverland
One complete with a merry
Lost Boys Band, and a pack of Gypsy

The world is an atom and I am your lover

Back in the swirl in history's hand
Feeling like I've got a place in the band
Boasting to empty rephrasing of fate

telephone  

cnd a space I will never close 
I apologize but I hate to see you let it go 
Im proud of you forever Rose
Please don't get me wrong when I say I

the telephone
Since Larry went to the city all alone

Dishpan Larry's in the alleyway
Down by where the blues bands play
He'd like to bum a toke if he could
He

the evening gloom
It didn't matter what we stared at in your room
Cinematic pigeons on the roof in the rain
You read The Telephone Book while Crack Wars kept me

telephone

Ten band play, it happened last night Live a fast life, go get a flashlight
You still can't see me, nigga, you wanna be me, nigga? I get a pack, it

a dog ass bitch
All that cash you missed
Sittin sad as shit
Rat ass snitch
Heard you thru the telephone
You got a loose lip
Dirty cup got the
Weed in it