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bound to blow
The formula ain’t never been original
You play the game and now tryin' to get an album sold
I’m surrounded by the muses and they gonna be

initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move

bochen, temu dam na wódę, uh
Bo nie oceniam nikogo i nie lubię być oceniany (woah)
Ziomki z Interii pisały recenzję, nim album do końca został wysłuchany

Mind" so long (Yuh)
Got me to invent a
New album in this past week (Past week)
On my "Agenda"
Your raps cappin' like the scout (Ha)
And you faker than

white hoes in the hills up in Thousand Oaks
She wanna try the whole team she got a thousand throats
Still tape season, but i'm on album mode
Separation

stop me now (who, you?)
Every album offered me a glimpse of heaven
No parentals, uncensored, guess I snuck into the Restricted Section
These Dark Arts

second guess

Unlike Apollo, imma keep it cool
Cause somewhere in my mind I know that I can't be with you
Sparks in the summer riske clothes that let me

album man that's in the works
That's going to happen, I'm not even worried about it
This one for the ladies
For the homies
And for the ones that can't do

Got it all fucked never came from the mud
This real rap music yeah I use it as my drug
I'm not influenced by the money making bucks
It's been a long

I was born a complex kid

Ahead of the pack I been leadin em Alpha's a title I bleed for em
One day I'll sell all my albums on vinyl then sleep to em

drill
Trapperetic, pour the lean, sluggish doc prescription
Love the field, up it, aim it, spark it
All behind the wheel
When spinning, we don't wear no

Chilling by the palm trees long bread come with tall cheese
Being a boss come with small fees
It ain't a crime unless the law sees

I got hating niggas that

looking back just to regret it
In my room, writing lyrics, by myself, till their perfect
Had a daydream by my life- *sigh*, here let me explain it
There's

You finna see the wick spark again
We finna hit it out the park again
This for the underground artist, constantly working their hardest
Only to have

feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut

want you back and I know that it's scratched
Cuh I can't do nothing about it
cnd I know wе matched but the spark detachеd
cnd I burnt your whole place

And that’s me lonely all in a room
With no one around to talk to, no
I wish on the album I had more to say
Nobody cares bout words anymore today
Oh shit it’s

coke
Got the whole world hanging by a rope
They praying that a nigga don't choke
Ya boy got tired of being broke
So i hoped up in the studio and wrote

heart and mind, models callin' on my line
Commas ima find and llamas by my side
Things I had to afford
They can't light my blunt why the fuck would I hand

rapping
Yeah, I do it from the heart
But not just anyone can start
Make an album and give the market
A unique spark and sell out like we're Heart
Dun dun

the dark (uh)
Wolf (yeah)
Double up and call the shit the arc (huh)
Everything I seed
Started off from the spark
Rook
Chess no checkers this is art (yeah)

Fuck what you thought it's a piece to the temple squeeze and it spark
That something to pierce the mental the metal meddle with flaws
They're pumping

message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June

Ayo
Sitting right next the beef

Like its lettuce tomatoe
Complexion

than you
Amazed and amused by the flames that I spew
What once was a spark to a flame it grew
My name it rings bells in the streets, I'm that dude
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