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Oh cracking wave color your sky
Lonely flame an empty dye
Dying slow born in vain
The sea is swallowing the sand
Grain by grain

Yeah yeah yeah don't

Stephanie why don't you come home with me
Jessica i just wanna know who you are

You got my number? Yes i do
After hours the stories i listen

You'd be facing 27 damn
You'd be facing 27

'Couple hour before it popped off
Before you got dropped off
You was sitting in your room
I asked a question,

The bread the gang put up on JPay like a couple thousand
Plug money on rotation Ziggy paid for housing
My Pops say play by the rules and ain't no way

Sour pills, hash flour
Around with my gun cock
I'm movin by the hour
Hand on the steering wheel ice in my
Call my niggas up
Tell em on my way

an hour
You're funny, you always put makin' memories over money
My favorite moments in life are the moments you say you love me, so

Show me your real

Red-dot, her Eyes!
Pray to, Buddha, for re-life!
Cause every, incarnation, 
You'll be, plagued by, lemon, liars!

(Venom, hop!)
(Pussy sweet, but you sour

Title: Hustle Wont Stop
Written by: LE

Hook:

2X : As long as I’m breathing know the hustle won’t stooo-oop
we keep grind’n even though we

complicated 
But only 'cause you make it that way
You're bothered by the truth
I can’t win for losing 
Every word I say
You turn into exaggeration
You’re

searching for the next con licks
They got straps out
Winter evening tryna get they stack up
5 degrees Celsius 22 hours stay stepped up
They hit the road

to the rain
I bought Girbaud with the change
I put turbo on the Range
155 ain't a thang
I get the drop or the jump and my vertical get me out every slump
Don't

clocks with towers
Watching every day - just pass us by.
There’s no teardrops left to cry - Living day to day.

friend
The storm grows stronger every hour
I'm wasted by the reckless power
A forester at heart am I
I lock my doors and close my eyes
-
There's a swallow

hardworking person
and possessed great skill.
But still, he was very poor.
He could barely manage to feed his family.
Every day, the weaver would go

Bitches are the baddest, champagne out the chalice
Gotta flex a little, congratulate myself
Cause everything to do with music, did it by myself
I was

GHOST
Music & Lyrics by Gordon Pogoda, Suzie Benson & Alberto Bof

Anywhere I hide ... can't hide me from the dark
I'm living in a hole I dug so deep

She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her, 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in

Yeah
With a remix
Emcee & me your boy Whodini
It's all about us


Hello again
Gassed by the Foodchain
Chillin in the studio
I didn't have shit to do

I dream the future, escape the past 
The softest hour go by so fast with you
Let me be seduced 
Waited all my life to feel you  
High fountains

I have lost the power
To make myself a dream
I fail You every hour
I don't wanna be inadequate, You see
So let's run away to the mountains
Run away

wanna lean
Problems with society
I'm sorry, my queen

Am I alive or dead
I'm sorry my queen
Who's that really in my head

You watch the hours
Go by on my

But I need dust on my boots, mud on my tires
Need to see every star in the midnight hour
And eight lane traffic on concrete
Just don't do it for me

(Uh)
Scary hours I got everybody huddled up
Scrambling 
Squarepants when he see the flying dutch
Spooky
Pressure from the clovers when we rolling up
Pot

said was bull and I can tell by the stench,
Started from the bottom y’all don’t even know about the depth,
Since everything is going right I’m tryna work