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Shout out to the Rooftop Party
what they've done for me is grand
I fell from my stand
So shout out to the Rooftop Party
It's what got me here at all

got your eyes on me
Don't be thinking you can lie on me
Don't you think you can rely on me
But if you feel the need to ride on me
Baby by all means just

Meet me in my passenger seat and let it free
Let cha mind relax, just let that stress be

I'm high from smokin' purple
Grand daddy got me finished
I

brother

My son will be a fighter but he'll be even kinder 
And their mother will be even funnier than me

Don't ask me why I lie if I knew I wouldn't tell

It's times like this I kinda wanna be a kid again 
The night is old but we are barely getting started and 
We're singing songs that we don't know, we

DEFINITION OF ME IS DEFINETLY WRONG  WHY MUST I TRY TO LIE AND BUILD AN ALIBI  WHEN ALL YOU ASK IS JUST FOR ME TO BE ME  REPLACE A REPLACABLE REPLACEMENT WITH

for a little while
So far into the night sky
No matter what passes you by
It won't matter
Just won't matter
In the Grand Scheme of Time 

 Chorus:

no loss/

cunt gives the handoff/

By my calculation/

I got me a G stack/

School's round the corner/

Man I can't wait to go back/

To school on some

We've been in doors for like three
Days
Time passing by in your pj's
You'd rather hide from the Heatwave
Still have my song on Replay Sending me

Uh petty bitches with loose lips
Got me 2 grand a couple heaters and 2 zips
Smoking 2 blunts with 2 bitches a 2 6
In my new kicks I crack it and take

Live life on the hustle, I don't got time
You better holla if you hear me, loveless gone shine
Girl, my eyes don't lie, they catch when you walk by
We

mind
They be taking up my time
Standards too high
I don't wanna lie
But they laid by my side
Thigh to thigh to thigh to thigh
Guys leave me alone
But

or die
Yup ride or die, you can ride on by
Or the railroads where you're gonna lie
Hogtied and I got the quickest draw to
Keep you all in line
No rush for

the sound like I found
Findin the funk, not gettin drunk. yo
Gonna put my thumb up in the air
Like a middle finger just don't care 

So welcome to the first

Warped victim in disguise
I'm your grand prize
God bless

Not like I do it on purpose
Don't tell me I'm worthless
Tell me I'm too pretty to cry
I'm self

to bring the funk like I go by DJ shao
I mean about to bring the crunk that's what the people want  now
Bass slamming like dunk lets go and break it down

and the crying
I'm the real MC, from Maryland to Colorado
Calling me "da voice," like marriage and what'll follow
Came a long way from some damage on Grand Theft

Sound Bwoy Bureill

Smif-N-Wessun

Nervous: The Third 50 Releases

2013

guy lie dead
Two shots dead to him chin, enemy or friend
Fake the funk, I put the junk to an end
Now who the rude bwoy wan' come test, doh?
I find

Borough Check

Digable Planets

Blowout Comb

1994

in brooklyn

With the type street curb hangers and the beat don't Shtop

We live in brooklyn

It's no lie, do or die in the land of showin proof

We

cat! At last for me!
But Keiyra swift and Aeric sly
Saw through the taxidermist's lie

Saw through the

Barend the bold with heart so pure
Sought

the batty guy lie dead
Two shots dead to him chin, enemy or friend
Fake the funk, I put the junk to an end
Now who the rude bwoy wan' come test, doh?
I

Twelve grams in my pocket
Got me held back, got me held hostage
In the spaceship but not in the cockpit
Yo I’m sick and I don’t know how to stop it

the stops were in free states lead by freed slaves
And then there was these gangs you don't wanna start me
The Democrats were known as the white man's party

back cuss you need help like you ain't leave me on my own
I been feeling lonely, lonely
No one by my side, don't need no homie, homie
You ain't down