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I'm going to the top
You just watch me
Ain't nobody ever gonna stop me
No red lights
I'ma keep going and going
I'ma keep going and going
Yeah
'Cause

think I'm going insane
Faces of people recognize them but don't remember names

It doesn't matter, I'll just pretend that I did not forget I'm working

I'm going down to the Greyhound station
Gonna get a ticket to ride
I'm going to find somebody I've never met
And sit down by their side
Ride 'til

Time fly by, got my head stuck out the window
I’m cruising, polluting a little, but still though
I’m good, I’m opposite Michael, I’m Magic
Johnson in

Things were going smoothly
Getting my grind on, I was gettin groovy
Got inspired by some videos that move me
Then the plot thickens up like in

Chinx we on they ass
Keep that Shit 100 I ain't ever running yeah

All this stress I'm going Psycho
Partying so hard like where the night go
Always

face down (Let's go)
Yeah I'm feeling like Marshawn I'm going beast mode
Nigga try me leave him flatter than a Vizio
Rockstar I'm the real one yeah

matter
I'm a smooth boy, yeah, moves like Jagger
Pill pop shorty, yeah, I'm a chick magnet

I gotta keep going, yeah, no, I cannot stay stagnant
These

footprints
But I am still the child who dreamed of flying,
So high that even the clouds would reach
I'm still that lost child going on the wrong way

And I

right once we down by the riverside  Going down (We going down to the river take it to the river) Going down baby (Yo down to the river take it

drove like seventy yards
No one will see me, I mean it's already dark
Said one last prayer, said God Tell my folks that I'm sorry for this
Played down by

Yeah
Y'all ready for this one
I'm going off on this track like a flipping light switch
Flip the switch and I'm off to the races like Mitch
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c poor man with

a moving car
Your stupid broads make me too exhausted
What's going on, are you retarded?
I'm not retarded, is that your father?
A tragic liar? Is that

What death?
What, what, what a death?
What a death?
What, what a, what a death?

Can, can he understand what I'm saying?
Doesn't matter, we're going

the bag for the weekend
I'm gone to Los Angeles
Tell em spread out my name like evangelist
Roll by myself just can't deal w abandonment
But I got that stick

The Visitors

Abracadabra

Abbasalute

1994

close to fainting
Crackin' up
They must know by now I'm in here trembling
In a terror ever growing
Crackin' up
My whole world is falling, going crazy

loved and carry something useful
I'm on my own, fuck these producers

This time is so difficult for us
Many people are gonna leave overseas by bus
But we

knows, all a nigga fantasize
Oh my, oh my, oh my gosh
She shake that ass, I'm like, uh, ah
I'm going, uh, uh, uh, ah
Oh my, oh my gosh

Taylor brought

It's a mutherfuckin Jag, exhaust pipe
If I had it my way, Im going all night
But these 3rd degree burns, they don't feel right
Car drives off but I hold

& Charles "CJ" Johnson

“lloyd ”
I’m meeting family members say I’m her guest lloyd “lloyd “
Church members and congregation say you the best lloyd “say”
Don’t be afraid of no man

at me

Oh, my god I totally get you
I’m like, so tired of going to the same places and meeting the same people
It’s just like, so annoying
Like this one

Mudcat was an old man
Lived down along the river by the big sand bar
Mudcat was a soul man
Played the Delta blues on a slide guitar
He'd sit out