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now A few more months and it'll probably turn to grey Getting stressed, I'm always second-guessing Settling into new addresses, yeah It seems I'm
looking mine Zoo Wee Mama looking ass Dairy The Wimpy Kid looking You know what, I'm not even going to say it no more I got my net in the zoo, you monkey
leaders, forced to forge my own path Cast off by father and cherubs with a stone heart Who thought of me as damaged goods Rest assured, I've patterned up
hits Fuck around and take me three more It's really all about convenience Now-a-days you could own a weed store So what's the point of bein' lenient One
know better I got more important shit to do with my time, cuz I've been playing chess boy you been playing checkers How can you be watching me when you
tell this bitch bad just by her ass I'm cashing the plug out everytime ion give a fuck about the tab (pshh) (pshh) (pshh) Brody keep on swerving
More focused than I ever been Last shot on me I'm in it for the win this is not pretend Middle fingers to those niggas who are not my friend We
don't try don't try yeah (Don't try don't try yeah) Girl I feel the temperature rising Too damn fine coz you're so hypnotizing And baby by the waist that
no more One day imma get my own island like I'm Gilligan Fuckin doggystyle sippin gin and juice like Snoop n them Better keep yo bitch close or Glob
love Doesn't mean money for people to leech off Success is my words eventually reach all And I can change lives by speaking my piece dawg The flavor
Teach my lil niggers I'm the sensai Yh Yh Yh Frequency stay higher I got you so I stay by ya I stay focused so I always make it larger I make some money
doing them like this These people are only stupid enough to be judging the book by its cover Just so they can cover up to sound clever what Okay, what
think there can be any more fascinating preoccupation than that Because it's so mysterious It's so elusive Every day I pray to god I skipped the line
to Who's Real, Gold, and Revive Those that want bu-by on my side Play the trumpets, I arrive Adhere to the insides And hear for what they cry Otherwise,
sails Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail A half a ham sandwich in my lunch pail That'd be alright That'd be alright That'd be alright If
clean money, no more booster tags We was the moes we was the last one's with big homies You was my bro but fa the money up'd a blick on me No parol he
The way this bitch drop the head I think she a genius Get a hundred bands then I dropped it all at Neimans Get a hundred more fuck the scat I want
it's crazy I'm feeling spacey, I'm lifted, I'm feeling wavy I been on my flying high, not coming down feeling faded I'm shaded by the clouds, I waited
Guaranteed I got my shawty by my side Ride or die and know the doors are suicide Middle finger to my old hoes, ones that brought me here I broke my
'Nova Taking Off It's looking like another long night But at least I got you here by my side So closely I love the way our hands intertwine We have
would wake up in the kitchen Half sleep, cup of the liquor right by yo fridge And I would bring you Advil the next day Was called a bitch for that shit
by the things you say When you called me on the phone You told me I need to be working it night and day, oh yeah But someone else told me to leave
if I made a mistake leaving my last job That's a long time to do anything I never let it define me Which was fine by me But now I feel stuck in
with you, this time I'm being for real I thought that I wanted you Your heart for mine, and that was the deal But I was blinded by love Young heart's
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