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Messin' With Her Head


I was staring out the gate, cross the prison yard.

Thinkin' long and thinkin' hard.

By the time I get parole, twenty fifty

They say a generation is every 20 years,
And this next one's facing more shit problems than I fear
We're still being shot at by cops and beat

Over 20 years I've been searching long
To discover just who I might be
My misfit mask mirrors expectations
But I'm dying to recognize me
I've lived

long
When I'm by your side and you're sleeping
I steal one more look at your face
Just so it's the last thing that I see
As I fade into the night
Beauty

to start conversation
Before I get it in, she already told me she Blasian
Half Japanese but the homie was Haitian
Twenty-six inch of that straight full

Chandonin'
Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em
I'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction
Up and down with the tongue

duh
You should live a day in my skin
Still no cash but I put the work in
Praise God that I got a way to pay the bills
But the wait too long and they

I'm all day
Yawl niggaz is so iffy
I'm so nifty
I'm high
I'm so trippy
Mr. Douglas
Nike Airs is so crispy
Hate if you want
Just let the bullshit miss

that i made
Ran up twenty two in a day
When I'm on the strip, keep that on my hip
I don't keep the tool in the safe
Like I give a fuck bout subliminals

gone fail
See I came in the game sittin' on one
Locs is getting long so I'm guess I'm on two
When the haters finally see, I'll be way past three
Super

one day check I my phone
(Oh theres something new,
Twenty-thirty texts all meant to send to you...
Hmmm, I wonder what they say.
Is this really true?)

loosely packed, was this rolled by a child
Your quality's stupid cheap, your headset fucking reeks
Don't you think 20 a grams a little bit steep
You think

I can take a mental pic and view it all day long
It's a vicious cycle for me
It's what I call missing you when I'm lonely
The only medicine that works

Two thousand and twenty and my mind is on money 
Her mind is on me and of course stacking cheese 
Oh and one day she wants to be a we 
Damn, but that

the story ends

Light a fire by the ocean side
And sing like all the others did
Oh, wah, oh, wah
E-a-oh, o-wah, e-oh 
O-Wah-e-oh

The ghost of your lover
Is

lunches,
For fu*kin' with 5. 
Ni**as die in the middle,
You best pick you a side.
You either with us or you ain't,
Its too late to decide.
Like a hot day in

baby
You want Jimmy you want Louis and Laurent baby
Long as you my bitch I don't mind if you flaunt baby
All this by texting me to see what I'm on baby

I've been this same shirt
For these four long fucking days,
And the last time I saw her
It wore my face's love drunk gaze.
So we'll bring your things in

Twenty-five and alive
I feel so good when I put it in drive
For so long, I felt like I was stuck in neutral
And now I'm like, yo, I can get used to this
Making

I'm not gonna sit inside of a corporation for twenty years
The time is now
The time is now to express and for people to believe in themselves

writing this song so the day don't feel long
Yeah I'm packing my bong with that crystally chron
I'm coming to you live with that triplet flow
Third Wheel

writing
My timing may be a little bit off
I know I'm imperfect and I'm filled with flaws
You can tell by my bars that I'm real and odd
At the end of the day

out
Royal flush nigga so dope I shoulda been born in 80 some
Really just turned 20 some
Thinking wise like I'm 80 some
Never bluffing I went all

yeah
I got to pull up like 20 a day
I smoke strong smoke hash
I'm trying to heal my past
They be sleeping on me
Than wake up see me popping
Now they call