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them Mario brothers
Is the shell red or blue, I'm worried bout the colors
Rock his ass with a pill, yeah I cleaned his fuckin' gutters
Dropped an album

was propositioned by my opposition
To dial it back they don't like competition
As if I took away they pot to piss in
Like they albums I forgot to listen

just getting by
2019 I had my twizzy and a dream
2020 I got caught up on the meaning
Gotta hit the bottom just to find the bottom feeders
Gossip might

sure I'll come back around but then I flee like a comet
There won't be a tomorrow for any crews of Apollo
Chasing a storm, drained by the blues in my

ain't you

and dear Congress I need my money soon b****.

Pull up with a blue six and I'm with a cute Miss body f****** ruthless.

Can't just be listening

on screens
Call that demon cheese
No more demons please

Red and blues flash in my peripherals
The hate is deeper rooted sits inside whatever's visceral

Dumb
Still coming in with d coupe
Winning now u can tell by my nike
Shoes
Tell dem mo'fuckers check it
Then I wreck
Banging all the L's
Take off like

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this

In life we either got two choices
It's the red pill or the blue pill
You choose
And this got nothing to do with no blood or crip
Niggas listen to my

that's gross profit
They like Mo stop went to climb and fell
Running up I gotta get it by the bell
leak the album gotta time it well
You don't like making

Hop on the bike and I skirt off
Chautauqua vibes that zen art
Boo by my side with the big heart
She loves me for my drip art
Clear blue skies we go hard

and I'm feeling wicked with it
Smoking on a pen how I roll joints mix and stash for the album
On the TV waiting for the election and the outcome, damn
By

album of mine
This the beginning of something that's gonna evolve
Haters they hatin' they want me to fall
Planning to show all the non-believers
I also

Falls man, I miss you
Ridin' the "Maid of The Mist" through the freezing water as it hits you
I miss the lakeshore, gazing at aurora lights
Talking with

on my shoes 
I watch the cue change from purple to blue

If I go
What would you say about me
If I had my love to give
Would you take it from me
If I go

divas
Pull up with heaters
Doug hit me then the long nose blue
Now i'm feeling like Skeeter
Okay
Blessed by the most high y'all ain't scaring me
I'm

to matters
What we want we can't afford
Maybe you should donate your money to the poor
Bringin' back the passion when you go and hit record
With me there ain't

let's make an album
We already makin' hits
Cowabunga swear to God you taught me how to swim
All your inches so delicious where should I begin
It's that

my dues
Don't play with me , you oughta find ya something to do

I'm trying to heal, hit the gender reveal in all baby blue
Logan G, he got OCD
I'm

this bitch
I could double that by any means in this bitch
Pop a pussy right I make it bleed in this bitch
She a fein wit the shits

Bouncing on my dick

head out the grass, then we yanked him
Can't hit this one on the head, so we flanked him
If they don't give me respect, then I make em
Woah, that's just

a clock, but I punch a clown Smashing in your parents' crib, don't make a fucking sound
King of New York, I don't want the crown Ask whoever the king is by

Listening

J-Live

The Hear After

2005

I was starving
Tell me
How are we crew
I'm feelin' like a throw-away-blue
Like God's first draft of the sky
Balls it up for something new
And if you

Fuck the alarm
Hit the snooze
I'm thinking 'bout calling out
Body pissing out the booze
Monday blues
Dreaming 'bout different hues
Far away from