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habits[01:40.02]Dripping Burgundy liquid, dismissing psychosomatics[01:43.06]I live a lonely day, everyday[01:56.54]Everyday for the rest of my life
showing your faces or not[00:54.71]She asking me why I'm fantastic, I tell her the thing is because I'm a rock, yeah[00:58.92]They on my body like
the Master keys
Word life combination to the safe it's on
Get that loot motherfucker spread love well you warned
The forty-first got the heat, for them
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a tear
My father died when I was forty
And I couldn't find a way to cry
Not because I didn't love him
Not because he
stay by your side[00:37.68]Your side[00:40.52]Knife fights[00:41.52]Laugh cry[00:42.48]Got to my own show to high[00:44.50]Maybe take control
fell[00:41.48]Thought you knew me so well[00:43.29]You should've known I'd lie[00:50.44]But it's okay[00:54.27]We'll be fine by Friday (oh)[00:59.98]Hard to stay mad
lips and not think of the time[00:43.14]We got away[00:45.02]On your porch painted blue[00:47.52]I fell into you,[00:50.49]But you were gone by
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
might be embarrassing for me to say out loud[00:40.09]I would like the chance to talk to you if I'm allowed[00:43.09]You've been living rent free in my
ay[01:54:40]They all know' they all know, ay[01:57:20]You gotta go’ you gotta go[02:00:50]You gotta go’ you gotta go, ay
[02:03:57]They all know' they all know,
space for my pain
9 years ago I fell into the dark
When I woke up all I had to remember you by
Was a dick pic
An echo of abuse etched on my cells
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president on a platform, West
Yeah, he was an expansionist
Texas and Oregon, basically the continent is American by right
54 40 or fight
It didn't matter what
[DukeDaGod]
Before we get into this Killa Season
Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal
[40 Cal.]
Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker
Gat to your
you don't achieve
If you don't lie, it is not only your glory, your achievement
It is almost our only hope because only an artist can tell and only
last night
You know that silver-sequined
Arab black bitch
The one that Mama don't like?"
But Mama she sings me moontime melodies
With this great Top 40
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you
and sweet[00:40.27]I go to pour another drink to make the night go by[00:44.71]Then I'm hit by that southern breeze[00:47.86]And then I saw you walk inside[00:52.43]He
the President, to rage your residence
Because you had secret evidence, and documents
On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
Dominant Islamic,
fake it so big up big up!
Because you emcees ain't ready
Peace to Allen Iverson, my man
Stephon Marbury up in, the NBA
And I'm gonna be writin'
For
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
Guess it's all cool yeah guess I'm gonna roll with it[00:30.54]You left me so sick, but I guess I gotta go with it[00:36.48]Eyes wide shut, brains
you're ready to try again[00:23.89]When you're ready to try again[00:38.90]The ongoing rain[00:40.18]It adds to the grain[00:41.94]As my static
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