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and exposed forced to put on a show
Stripped, surround by blue they alone
Mentally to be scarred for the foreseen
Powers abused cause egos grow
She fifteen year

built for that industry
I can't live in my phone
Like this might be my only record
Think I'm already done
It was the fall of that year
I had a breakdown

Iv got no time for these guys who get by,
Tryna get fly, 
Late night,
The type of guy that's never been in a fight
But still gets hyped instigating

stay?

No, I have quite the trip ahead and I'm already late
But if, somehow, I missed my flight, I think I'd be okay
This might be goodbye, but we'll say

this after-, 5pm, 5p
Ladies and gentleman, it was a cold-blooded pre-meditated murder
I'm a little white little butt hurt kid
Cause I stubbed my toe

friend
And you die a little more
Each time that you see them standing side by side

Now you're going around from door to door
Asking girls if they've heard

anybody in some years, it seems
Become accustom to social distancing
Couple texts from my hoes say they missin' me
I hope things be good by the summer
Times

and meditate or air
One day this will be all a blur
Heard myself talking to me while I'm rolling one
Trying get a grasp on tomorrow
Knowing I can't get another

started
Niggas poppin' so you droppin' too
I know why you started
Hella rappers so you followed through
No one knows about the years up in this shit
About

Sudocrem, getting this off of us 
Make your militia then, show me your dominance, needing Diazepam, can't be a pros. offence 
(10-32)

Now when did this ever

myself I'm passing, surprising that my nigga wasn't making the music happen, will

It did already, at the time, ain't nobody fucking with this same nigga,

They'll forever taunt me, your face will always haunt me
I cannot get this shit out my brain, now what else can be said
I always thought that by this time

this hell screamin from within
Ill never be the same, youre the one to blame
Im haunted by a ghost of you even though its not my shame
Only six years old

this ain't a riddle
I'm 1000 in one you can call me the Kindle
You lot be like Malcom you stay in the middle
This is years in the making, I started it

walked the little rascals right by the Fraze
And while we here we need to check out Park City
Know we having fun if the Robisons are with me
Then we chill

McClelland and Emmett Till
Sad we only pay attention when that blood spill
Years have past and we affected by that blood still
And this world need cleansing

This whole past year's been real weird
Things appeared to shift gear when January premiered
Sincere promises made here with clear beers
I persevered

awhile I'll be better by spring
Duck my phone I'm feelin alone
Cause lately Minnesota just ain't my home
I'll take the bullet, straight to the dome
I drown

a little bit hard to mention
A different dimension that we done entered
This sacred geometry gone be blessings
Like a dog in a dress
I learned my lesson
Fall

What if it was you and me
Are you riding no confusing me
Testify before the eulogy
Stay by my side and quit the foolery
Look at this mami she a hotty

denied the body for proper mourning and burial
She never saw him again until that day

Strap the young boy, tie him
No my little son cannot be dead
I will

shit don't be mad at us
You a candidate for simp of the year
Meanwhile all my niggas discussing who the pimp of the year 

Down 4 whateva get that money

And now their death will be their silence
The freaks have caskets fashioned for the little boys who hid
And Mister Dark halts the procession, seeing

a round 
Looking for a little joy
Looking for identity 
An enemy there meant to be a recipe 
The centerpiece "No, that ain't me." 
We just lookin through