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a distraction
How could it be so wrong
I lay my head down, close my eyes
Don't mean a thing 'til I realize

I need a distraction
I need a distraction

Hey little mama
Tell me what you’re doing
Where is your child?
Lay down your spoon
Hey little papa
There is no power in your knife
Don’t be a fool

on the next street over
I still can hear the sound
Paper route niggas lay you down
While your lady shout
Baby crying
Pacifier they mouth
A couple shots of crown

There's a debt I owe
It's not the only one
I had to lay down low
Stick to the bottom rung
But I saw it today
My dealer died this week
His old lady

you
No branch can bear fruit by itself
It must remain in the vine
Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me

I am the vine
You are the branches

I done lost his 40 and got active with it

Kick door, lay him on the floor, search your dominance
One word, you gon' be tongue kissin' this lil' sig
I

ensnares us all
Yes, trapped by all that we ignore
But clinging in the fall

I'd like to strip away these barriers
And lay myself across the lawn
A grain

to being nobody
Just wanting to be somebody
Slinky slithering down the stairs
Is something that I can't even bare anymore
The gravity of this situation
Is

adored you
Who would travel to the ends of the earth to keep their cherished person from hurting
So I’ll lay it all out for you
And even if it changes

I'm a grain of sand in the hourglass of live
Another lost soul waits
The desert wind sighs a lament
Entwined in it, can never find it's end
Hate

If I could leave it behind
Gladly put this life aside
At least that's what I tell myself
When I lay in bed at night
Is it not the dream to run from

Lay down your head
To the end of this road
It ain't ever comin' back
Your future is chained to his past
Whatever it may come
I'll find another way

On the altar I lay down my faults
No longer hide from the things I've fought
I want the real thing,
I want the real thing

I am sorry for every

hand holds bloody jewel
Keep the score but scrap the rules
Forget justice it's just to cruel

Savour the hopes that lay impaired
That you in your holy

as dead
Out of body
I stand asleep

Sat back down
By the cold reality of this dream
They say
When you're dead
It's just like living in another world
I've

Put em straight on his back lay sum
 From the trenches you kno will take sum 

The pack touch down TD 
all of my sons tell me they wanna be me 
I'm

You and I

When I lay down every evening
I want you by my side
Some might say I'm foolish
But baby that's alright

Cause after all this time
It

I just seen my pops get outlived by the crackheads
Life is just a show and half these niggas
Is acting
On the paper route and I don't get distracted

the town
On brawlhalla we playing from like 8 pm to 10 am bouta lay down
On FaceTime with homie and some shorties all night we all nighters

Chorus:
All

I'm just a little pup all alone in this big old house
My master's gone away I'm feelin' anxious and down (oh-oh-oh)
I'm sniffin' at the door waitin'

Let's go team, where the fuck is Reggie
Ye
Fire
Ah shit

O.T.B
Fire
Playmore
That's it bud

Lord knows he built me to get the cheese
He built me

You're my favourite
App on the store
Come lay down with me
I'll recharge your batteries
And you won't have to
Worry bout my signals anymore
While we're in

tired

Well are you okay?
My nigga I’m fine 

I’m lying 

I Can’t even pen me a rhyme 
Motivation I can’t seem to find 
It’s a struggle to finish this

translating by 1.beat 1.id
f float
Storms in sublime
No place in this city

la dee ya lay
Tortured sublime
Told me that you'd get it
Over yourself