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for the sake of my patience
Running low

And I only need more Gas and my Tank 
Is running low

Confidence

I don't want your girl
I know she digging me

And that the sky would yawn cerulean
Not rain on my parade
And I know I'm bein' harsh on you
But I'm not tryna scapegoat
It'd just be nice to go
Outside

they can't see my pain
Plenty times they left me by myself all alone I was in the rain
Crawl my ownself out now I'm selfish
You the one I wanna step with

to God and his son, I'm alive

And I ain't gon' act like she not on my mind
But that's another song in another time
I don't know why I put that shit

please
I love my brethren
Funny girl fetish
I hate textin
You get the message
Made her breakfast
Complains about the sausage
Eggs wet
Okay then
You don't

Sometimes I see you when the rain falls
Funny how it feels like my tears have the same fall
Let it wash over my head, take it away, God
All This pain that I

her cousin and her mama with no rubber on me
Now they on my line like, hey, why you acting funny
Sorry, baby girl, you's not the one

You was lacking

flows like a sink, and i also got my dream girl, 

You got all my heart, way down to the bottom of it, 
If you wanna test my love, or the power of it,

open
But really I just want whoever you are
Yeah, you see
I don’t need a fit of rage
Seeing some next dude on my girl’s twitter page
What? Dag I thought

a faint
Ont do to much but I ain't a saint
Cant stop the rain but don't do it for saint
Ima good nigga that got my lil ways
I'm tryna show em the picture I

Go through town when I pull with the zip
Roll up another I'm takin the hit my

Old girl rich independent
Two tone lookin at necklace
Cool song where

Use Bonafide
Save the day when I come inside
I want you to park that big wet jet
Right in my utility closet
Flip that lid
Pierce that tip
Make it rain

What You Want?

Arsonists

Date of Birth

2001

off I don't brag I just do what I gotta
So if you ask me I'ma say that I rhyme and yada yada
I got lotta things on my mind to explain the business
So

on protesters”
“Fuck! Fuck!”
“Oh my gosh I’m running, I’m running!”
“How long do you Seattle and those few blocks look like this?”
“I don’t know, we could have

aim straight my can of mace
Cause I'm "cray" I dress up fake, and then go look for a real mate
"I don't expect to act the same with what I want in

on champagne
(One day)
If that’s the case I’m about to rain on your parade
With my creative campaign
I’m tired of playing around
Nothings gon be bringing me down

Once Again

An Pierlé

Helium Sunset

2004

To swim through the rain
Once again

Its nice to see the girls swirl
Like flies around you
You say you don't notice, but
Well, I'm sure you do

Aye
C-Rain
My nigga, J Hooligan
Talkin’ that real shit
Know what the fuck goin’ on
Sheesh
Y’all livin’ in the past while I’m livin’ in the future

Pistol by my bed
I've been waking up anxiety-filled
Want to be so rich that I can step out and just buy any wheel
Divvy up my chips
Yeah, I'm

everywhere on my block
It makes business kind of funny honey if you not tryna get caught
And if you don't know me, don't speak on my name, that shit needs

Of the book of pain revealing hits
While you can’t comprehend
Who the MotherFucking realest is
Ain’t amused by this
It’s to the point where
I don’t even know

coat from Tokyo
Your girl looks tasty Imma pull up with the ghost
Funny, clown walk you look like a joke
Rolling all the weed, smoking on the patio
I get

ass haters think
Their made by Playtex
And Irene couldn't stop me
I never take a rain check
Knee deep in this shit man
It's up to my neck yes, it's up

my chick, she a real fly witch, she don't need no prince
And she no bitch, looking like she came outta Regal flick, I mean we gon click
Fuck her by