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a song
Think out loud
All alone
What do you mean I got bills to pay?
Just wanna party every night of the week.
Nobody told me I was on my own
The world's

Your time ticks by, you criticize their lives on the screen
Presiding from your hiding place
Your Honor, set me free
The evidence is there that will keep

but like
Malcolm get it by any means
Only trusting a few
I swear that nigga ain't no friend to me
Emotions deep inside it's
Bottled up I swear it's

philosophy
Uh, my philosophy
Blessed
By the stripes upon my back I earned
I might've listened but not necessarily learned
To be a prophet means to have

You see me coming down the road with a friend of mine
It's been so long like we're all strangers now
Our hair is weighed down by the ticking of time

Ayo, it's your boy!  Floating Brik, BrikLikesChicken, jackass
Whatever you wanna call me, I go by many names
I'm back at it again with another song

row!
I'm elite! My dream concrete!
Let this hit! My dream concrete!
One more time?! My dream concrete!
Break that heat im way to concrete
I'm coming

She's losing faith from the past few times
If I said otherwise, I'd be lying (I'd be lying)
So, her social life's out the window
And her care is

letters get together
I'm a mean MC
But really I'm just a wordsmith that's cursed with
An aversion to what is referred to as the rap game
It's turning into

April 24th, 2021
The day that my life weighed over three tons
I did a little work and got a little drunk
And by 10PM, I was way past done
Had a knife

listen to me
This song is for the people who been going through pain
For the people who been living most their lives in the rain
I know the things that

to live, can't let it get the best of us
You had me sick, wasn't solid like the rest of us
I'm done talking, I don't mean to sound depressive but
You left me

bright
And into the night I'm receding
On and on and on again
Really gotta think about your friends
And who really really want in the end
Loud on me,

When we hit the road what next
Dusty yute couldn't fill up their tank help them out by passing a Bullet
Don't try that ouch you're mean in the head

Bryce Did It Again Aye

Niggas would love to be in the position I'm in you know?
Niggas ain't got shit going

(Uh, Yeah)

To keep it real don't give

reckless
Let me sip slow
She beg for a neckless
No means no
She wet like a cactus
Pour me some more
I'm blowing a gasket
Stuck in limp mode
Go write on my

back if we leave it up to chance
Broken pencils and old notebooks
Can't get by on her daddy's good looks
Crossword puzzles and the Sunday times
Won't

love me still?
For real
Do you even love me still?
For real

Don’t you ever leave me by myself
Every time I’m down I need your help
Believe that

Yeah
Aw

Man I love where our relationship is at. But I just can't keep doing this. Like the Commutation is grim. We live MILES away from each other. I think

about famous
I mean just staying breathing
Throughout this screaming
"How could you leave us"
Type of questions repeating
Im hearing angels in

nine lives
I can't try again, I wasted it
Been popping pills
Haven't been the same since
I been looking different
I been acting strange
Let the studio be

Just to get through it we use any means
Some my friends turned to fiends
So compulsive they relapse when they balance leans
Glued to the screen
In

magic
Now he lives out his days at a coffee shop
Oh, the best he was
c man that time forgot

But when I heard her scream, it was the sweetest sound
If I had my time again, I'd do it all the same, I know
Even though I know it means spending life