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rollin' with the homies, you was rollin' with dimes
See I thought "oh my" when I saw you walkin' on by
Fell in love with you and kissed my life goodbye
Try

niggas in my way
I'm trying to battle all these thoughts That's why I'm MIA
Babygirl is your love real or did you Come to play
Been scared by my life I

ho fatto una scelta
Ma il professore vuole una risposta
Non so la mia di vita, vuol saper di Verga
Il libro è lungo ma la vita è corta
Se sapessi

else's
I don't know how we got here
I walk a road that is unclear
But I'd rather thrive in this life instead of getting by pretending I'm you
It seems so

her
I just hope I don’t get caught up by my karma
You tell me that I’m crazy girl
I know I know
Dese niggas Dey ain’t for you Gunn I know I know
Dis

(GRRR) Coming right out of Colombia
Where the scenes jumpy, right by la costa (La costa)
They aint gonna talk no more
Cah im up now tell them boy there

of excerpts, hands working rudiments
And bedroom producing, never was a cool kid
But learned to rock the mic chucking English over my music
I went M.I.A just

enough, I'm good enough, I'm good enough uh
Eyes closed mind running
They're holes in my stomach
Terrible I'm done with
My soul feels quite sunken
Left by

run away from the compound
Mia from my body, how that sound?
Lookin up through the skylight
It's hard work and I've been up all night
How long is

as your waste
I know you from The DSTRKT and you love to be chased
I'm a artsy nigga in the club buying bottles
Surrounded by Instagram models
Rocking Craig

Porterò addosso riempito d'orgoglio ogni mia cicatrice
Sai questo mondo ci vuole bastardi
Tenere in poli divisi conformi a divise di altri
Vuole schiacciare

locked spot?
The other townhouse next door
Is fucking empty
Their only kid is always fucking here
Kimmy Gibbler
Oh, I just stopped by to air out my feet

em up
Gotta AK to shoot yo kitchen up
Leave ya family twitching up
Shell catchers I don't got to pick em up
Now I'm ma stop it ain't all about

Sun Is Up

Composer - Øystein Aamodt
Artist - Tuva & Mia

No no no
No no no ho ho
No no no
No no no ho ho
Nobody like you

No no no
No no no ho ho
No

Trier, four gear vera taumaturgia
Movimenti sembravano magia, cleptocrazia
Fottermi é pazzia chiedi alla minchia mia
Chi cazzo é il più real, Kid Yugi G

the fire
Cause I burn a little gas and shits got me going up higher
Man my patience running thin shits hanging on by just a wire
One little thing might have

Stay out of your mentions
Forget it
She always moving reckless
She just want attention
I don't wanna fold
But I really think she'll get it
Oh shit
Niggas

to a friend
As God forgive me, but it's just in my spirit of sin

And I ain't never had shit, livin' life on the edge
And sleepin' with my 357 right by my head

Mia, Papa Pia
Enough of your arguements, this is my rebuttal
You're about as scary as a dachshund with a mussle
I'm an out for blood hound, caught your

I’ve been MIA, but I’m back
Had to tighten up on that slack
Had to do the things that I lacked
Had to loose the chains that I had
Son is risen, but

thought that he would learn but you lost that
Cause they had gotten back together But it was only for the sex
Always doubting steady thinking she'll be

know any better, Ms., I bet we'd paddle right on by you. 
You're screamin' on deaf ears, the blood around you stinkin' of the righteous and the wicked

MIA JAYC
I hear you Jay C
Huh, Ky
That money talk I speak it fluent
Im a bitch goals yeah I keep these hoes influenced
Big buss down around my neck

to the divine
I got an angel by my side, I
Open the window
Watch a flock of birds fly
I see the sunrise
Set a fire in the sky, I
Brew up some coffee
Then I go hit