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I cannot trust her
She ain't my lover
Act like you Billie, you know I can't cuff her
Mixing the light with the brown got me fucked up
Live through

I'm backin' up in the trap, I'm up in D-Town Yeah, got my socks on, yeah, I'm on my feet
now Yeah, I boot up, I wake up in the mornin
and I'm a rock

no man in town as admired as you;
You're everyone's favorite guy.
Everyone's awed and inspired by you,
And it's not very hard to see why...

No one's

jeopardizes you and I
Got all my roses in a row
Petals telling the truth
You got my mind wrapped in a box
And all my soul just to boot
Learning to listen again

John Wayne movie Saturday night, wide eyed by my Daddy's side
Cowboys and outlaws shooting up the big screen, had me riding on the edge of my seat

Then Shazam who is that
Now I'll give you cataracts

If you stare too long as I radiate my light
With the same fly by night type of whimsy that I write

back, this a truce
I need to get my women by the two's
They double team me like they in cohoots
I'm fucking them both while I lay in booth
I'm fucking

the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you, boo, from way over there
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold

upset her
You think you the shit well you stuck there forever
Under my boot cause i'm never gon let up
I run up this shit then say hi to ya honey
I'm

My spirit meets the shadows
Visions universal uhh
Spread my words over radio
Far n wide like quasars
Ya'll thinkin of balancin day jobs N Live your

screens
Collecting Grammy's, Commas, Moonmen
This is history
Get everything that I want
This is my dream
Manifesting like Ariana with 7 Rings
Lights

the homie’s pride
Although he never threatened to shoot or start a pursuit stomping on the gas with his boots made by timberland institute
Instead he followed

I remember speeding through every red light when my mom called my work crying, said somebody just climbed through the bedroom window while she was by

left for me to do
They're doing what I said I would
Didn't do it, swear I could
Back in my light, you should be
But I'm out of answers
When I see you

this bitch, bitch
You can still feel a bit of brain on the lower lip
Bothered by nothing but just a kiss
Black death’s now the color of his spit
When

became a place of death for me

Hit the city like a stupid hick
In my Kamik boots with three g's and a brick
Made my living by the scissors' clip
And when

feel like Y.G ima toot it and boot it
Ha nigga getting mad she playing my music
Can't show no love bitch that's stupid
Can't show no love do i look like

Rooftop bar
Saturday night
Under the hour stars
Natty Light, hell, I caught your eye
As you you walked on by
Thought, dang, and the stars

Back in the Saddle

Unlinked Artist

Classic Rock, Vol. 1

1998

I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for

Rush

Funkmaster Flex

The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes of Funk [Clean]

2000

cinnamon
It's them again (who)
Niggas hotter then you
It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
Chick

nobody cared 

I'd usually be leaving tonight by this time 
I would have already made up my mind 
Out the door with my boots Barely tied 
Cuz I've fought

Eighty-one times six then divide it by two
Draw 'em to the blank
I know the area of you
Niggas couldn't do my math even if they had a clue
And even if you get

Don't even know if you're playing with me
Heart shaped blunt ima corbain this junt
Tellin my woes don't be sliding for me
My peoples from

the point where I remember
Sneaking into her house to smoke a couple joints
I smoked my light in there
She was hanging by surprise
With her fuck me boots