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Dick eating with public 'cause you don't know where your place is
Goin say you love the message but don't read the artist statement

Now I gotta

a cent off
Uh
Now the PSAT coming
Thoughts was slow membrane rushing
Pancreas was ready to fall out of the Slushy Cup
Mid test-sesh thinking 'bout how

the mileage
Goin' down kamikaze, deep water
I'ma dive in, new girl, I'ma slide in
Two pearls and a diamond, rings on me like I found 'em
I need a bad bitch

to toe 
You made yaself played by yaself fucked ya self good now you trying to let ya true colors show
Wait, slow it down a lil bit 
You got a gun cause

Sittin' gettin' too high, watchin' the time go by
Lookin' to see what's inside, no there's nothin' really goin' on in there
So i'm dreamin' the way I

Now I'm rolling
She slow dance
I hold it down with no hands
A rose grew from dirt
So I arrived from concrete
My people moved like soldiers, but Never

pockets are fat like rolls on a plate at a fat camps cheat day
Yeah that fat
When I rhyme fast
Cheetahs run down prey
That fast
I won’t stop til I make it

takin' off inside the coupe
Speedin' off
Tellin' me to slow down, time cost a lot
Road runnin' to that bag after every thought
You know
It's for good

know
Momma still kept on the lights when we was goin' broke
I don't know why these niggas laughin', like they ain't the joke
That's why I'ma pipe they

been a minute since i got to see you smile
How I used to in that blue coupe Goin coo coo for them times
Wow, but we can't slow the dial, Trynna get some

long With a blue-eyed beauty with Daisy Dukes on
I'm gonna take her by the hand, lay down in the white sand Listen to the tide as they roll in
She's

just like home, 
So I was lost when you just went ghost. 
Back on my own down this lonely road, looking for a reason why I should even keep goin’.
You

Looking Back Now

Maggie Rose

Cut to Impress

2013

Looking back now, I probably should've let him run

He smelled like gin with a hint of her
Up 'til then I wasn't sure
But he swaggered by and said

three summers
And ain't no rappin me to death
I need to see sum on some real shit
I feel like goin down the way
With some blues a lil purple
And a ounce

the hunnids out
I had to make it count
Count it up, it's goin' down
Run it up when we around
It get silent for us, we gon' make a sound
When we signin' up