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(what happend?)
(its the R&B)
(why aren't we ppl lookin' like the same no more?)



[Massari]
[intro]
Waynik ya dunya wein?
Were living life in

But deep inside
The pain is what is happening
RIP Santana Finnest
Fuck ur bandanas we don't see
No colours on set
I'm rocking extra large shirts
Ontop

belligerent
The times got a brother lit
I’m 21 can’t catch no scandal, I never take what I can’t handle 
I never let a fuck face tell me what Tru can’t handle

Telling me where to go
You’re thinking the shits sick
I’m working a sick week
I could be having pneumonia, still rapping on this shit
I’m a product

once you're born,
you can't go back
where there's a start
there's an end
it's time for my take off,
it's not that I have to,
I want to
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touched by an angel
I'll be careful with my words
'Cause I'll get what I deserve
If you're wearing Lucy's Fur
But I feel like I need her
I'm walking

flow even though I’m a no name, that is my fuel, they say you’re going insane
Then I guess I’ll go in my own lane, explain everything that’s in my brain

flew by
Some of the words took a place within like my eyes started facing in
And then I picked up the pen and while expressing my heart
I opened up my

Will they ever let me go?
With them I've combined (miss that by the wanted, no)

Fear creeps over me
Pupils dilate
Pale I become now
Face with wild

Bitch time to pay homage, don't fuck with drama
Might grab a lozenge, you're making me sick
Fucking up commas, grabbing this dick, and giving

had these criminals
Getting killed by cops
I couldn't see they were saints I guess
This is the world how it is
This how we live
We barely got cops
So

system
No it's not all judicial the law is up hold by criminals
Formed by bigots lynching to insure there's no revolting issue
I'm calling you all all

Come and get me right, right, right
Girl don’t feed me lies, lies, lies
Want you like breakfast in bed babe
Take you off To Saint-Tropez
And you know

I'll await Your coming back right at the altar
Ain't no altar ego, You are who You say
You're deserving of my every single praise
You're the Only one

I Know Where It's At

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to worry cos All Saints will be around
So if you're feeling kinda low, oh baby don't
Cause I'll be here right (right here) by your side (your side) ready

me will stay private
Whatever the weather I stay by it
I tried to keep my head up, instead I became quiet
But no more, every spoken word I bleed it out

now I’m the coldest but it wasn’t low key
Been in jail and arrested cuz I ran and departed
I got caught by a cop that kinda looked like Alec Baldwin
Me

As I make a fist.
Whispering dulcet tones in your ear...
"I'm a terrorist. You're a saint, and a therapist
Listening to bullshit loaded with fear!"
But

solid I got what it takes
I'm out here to demolish don't get in my way
I'm a little demonic but kind of a saint
But I promise I'm on it all gas and no

why I'm gonna write down all of my pain 
If you're not by my side get the fuck out my way 
Don't ask how I feel cuz now I feel everything 
I kept it

the limit if you're living in fear
A young nigga fearless spend my days up in the stratosphere
My nigga Saint keep me straight, the vision's crystal clear

all the ammo, dropping them bodies 6 feet below, if I hear niggas talk an smokey the LoC, my promise to you is death by the poke, can't fuck w that

don't think you understand
I'm a different kind of man
Horizons so wide
My shade to the skies
All jokes aside
Got diamonds in my eyes
Orion by my side

by the substances that subdue minds
Giving up our worth to save Nibiru has become our lives
Their nature is of war indoctrinating in our culture