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Yeah a pound of fear because I don't think she's gonna make it
Screaming like she's Michel Jackson getting naked
Angelo her body painted, figure 8 my

Pondering
Pontificate my work
Stick with words you stick to logos on the shirt
You wonder if it works
I never question me
Guided by
Something finger

more
Like what you like doing when the weather is a storm
And would you have have a child by the age of 24
Yeah i know you like my questions and I got so

courtroom
Courtroom
Is this relationship a courtroom a courtroom
Is this a courtroom

8am I be coming in
After big boy shit at the Cullinan
As soon as I walk

8
Sit next to me until I'm done
A few rhymes remained in my throat and came on my tongue
It is not forbidden to say how interesting
I know I seldom

"Asleep by nine thirty, dog" (watchin' me, two kids)
"Wake up at six, who wakes up at six?"
"I pull batteries out of their mouth "

Hittin' Target twice

(Yeah) champagne on the rooftop lately
Pour out like the glass you gave me
Riperton on the ninety eight three in the dark
We fall apart, It's just

It's every damn morning
Looking out the window on my way to work
As a real man I stand by my word
And I really don't know how to feel about this

zeroes could turn into heroes 
How to skate figure 8s through the hate, how to deal with the love and the pain
That 3 is a magical number, and how to live

You're currently listening to a fresh new single by Billy Marchiafava
Though his music is absolute garbage I just can't stop listening
So sit back,

Been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours, for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
I got this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit

ended up where I am, did I take the best route?
Haven't been myself and I'm settling for less now
8 to 9:30 I'll be stuck right to my bed
Apartment so

But, shit, I see the frustration
I need an explanation
Why do bitches wanna play with my style?
Like Eminem, I'm runnin 8 miles
Put a list down, you in

Burnin' brown, juice in the bottle, play Zay
Stuck to the ground, we goin' full throttle on the A8
Thoughts profound, cobble up, end of the day, sway

laugh at you you’ll be mad as shit 
I could tell who you are by what you wearin' 
Type of girl that’s still livin' off her parents 
Spent her whole night

self
Tryna get over anything that I damn felt
Everything I touch get hot like my hands melt
If I need it right Ima do it by my damn self
rs q8 speeding

It's been eight days
And I've heard you're still awake
And you've made a few mistakes
But that's okay
Sodium luminosity
Oh, it decorates the streets

gets approached by a guy
He asks her how do you do
She asks him how do you drive
A stranger said he think he saw him get inside
But no one really knows

me, me
Childhood dream went a little too hard
Eight-year-old me went a little too far, and I'm still with it truly
Everything I ever wanted, but it

a casualty
Every day the battle changes. He's smarter than we give em' credit
He knows our weakest points. Attacking the spirit embedded
One Peter five eight

to give
I don't think y'all ready

Money make the world go round
Money make your girl go down
That's why you never see me
I'm breezing by you so fast
Got

a time that I flaked

You get off work around 8
Tell me a time that I flaked
You can tell that I care for you
Every time I was there for you
I look

on a free date
Chicken fingers, LSD tab and a V8
Rolling up the grass, puff pass like a relay
Ever since I used to say phat, with a P-H
Mario and Bowser

Oh
Follow the leader
Folding up my hands on my chest
With my head down
Yellin' for Jesus 
When I know that I'm all by myself
Oh Lord
I'm deep