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they're throwing at me
I'm just tryna be free
Maybe leave
A mark on the world
Make something special for you to unfurl
Just wanna be the hero in the end

were live every morning without kelly ripa
Playing by some new rules on our dua lipa
About to get up off of the island like we knew the skipper
Back

normally
Uhh, Uhuh
In the mornin
Mean more to me
Uhuh, Uhuh
Been so sick catch
A cold in a desert
Say u bout you
Buisness but I'm
All for the pleasure
X mark

the fact that anybody can fall down, but
It's all real, think I mold it into fiction?
Question mark followed by the notice of eviction
Quote it, that's

get bigger
You thinking you can trust him cause he's always been your nigga
Same person you'd take a bullet for but he behind the trigger
Now it's too

and I cast my spells when I move my tongue in intricate ways
I'm sun charged absorbing light codes
The Ancestor's will in my veins
Guided by divine wisdom

up by greed
I see them mixing wants & needs
More time tryna get paper paper
Late nights, do it for the P
Louis V, Alex McQueen
Tryna be relevant out in

are in park
Stored inside a garage in the dark
Til' I get the parts
Put it all together with every new endeavor
I'm bout to take it to the top like

Yeah, I feel good... I feel good yeah
Enciende la flama

Ready for smoking and staying in tonight
My girl by my side nothing else to pay good bye

my gun ain't on my night stand
Dreaming bout bre shit like that make me get out the bed
Mixing adderol & codeine not to lose my head
Telling me you

when it comes to others
P enough to mack up ya mother, cooler than the AC in the summertime
Bout time Gumpy get back on his fucking grind Dreamer's Tape

I guess I'm back for another one this seems far from the finish
If you don't know me by now give me a minute to mention
Chubby nigga with

""FLYING WITHOUT WINGS""  

written by: Mark Spiro and Michael 
Thompson 


You Set Em Up
To Watch who you trust in
Just knock em down
Making sure

you, fuck the crew, I get it cracking by my lonely

got your boo, uncle Luke, made it clap, that bitch applaud me, run from who I thought you
knew, it's

you were from your friends

I feel like I am locked up in the past
With the key in my hands, overwhelmed by my thoughts
Mind troubled
Puberty misleading

X's be squares holding on to old stuff
Cheat code just be yourself
Level up to another level
Give a fuck bout no one else
Aim for the skyy
Niggas always

Nuance and context are avoided by the heavy-handed
No need for knowledge just a quick hint's what we think's demanded
A bumper sticker
For

of the body last
Cause these ain't visible scars, but the hauntings of my past
All the marks is on the inside
Got it better now, but I'm tryna get the ship

bitch, you couldn't even sit with me
I wouldn't even let you be the gum on bottom of my feet
This shit get spooky when I'm in that made, he trick cause I'm

who'll be leaving a mark
Hop on the plane
Don't know where we're chartering
Smoking my weed
I'm sipping Bacardi
Know that I'm blessed
I see in the dark yea

that I'm tired
My circle getting smaller
Walls closing in
Last year I was in fifth grade
But now I ain't a kid
Been thinking bout my come up
Know it's

you're in control
Pull his pin and let him tick
Just let him explode
And hold yourself all by yourself
Just get in the zone

As I walk through the valley

Yeast
I crushed a burnt iron skillet on that crease
Please take an act of caution when you are crossing the street
Look both ways I put a skid mark

'bout a walking shadow, a poor player that struts
And frets his honor upon the stage until he's heard no more
I keep my head up in the clouds like I am