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just the pain I deal with
This IBS a real bitch
(BITCH)
Of my existence
God find another, cup to piss in
There's pain in just existing
Drugs ain't

genuine
Ain't settling for nothing till the crib has got an elevator
Want to prove that I can spit my feelings and get hella paper
Tell a hater suck a dick,

the dark times
Through the dark nights
That's how Ima get by
They say money fly
So I
Hop on a plane head up to the sky
Light these demons out my mind
Set em

Smoking weed in Puerto Rico
Can't ever touch my level I'm the cheat code
Link your girl and I'm wearing a tuxedo
I don't have to try hard but I'm her

Slimey
Killa Cali streets made me grimey
Killa Cali streets made me grimey

Rewind
Music helps me unwind
Lost time is hard to find
Out of my mind
Lost in

When I need your loving baby, you ain’t there by my side
When I need support and comfort, you only hurt my pride
When I need some understanding you

and rich, and then Asians. 
Out of the swamp you find Cajuns, 
Ain’t too much that’s amazing, 
I’ve given my ten percent,
But that alone will not save us.

never-ending circle reminds me
That you will never be again by my side

Rummaging through the remains of my consciousness
I forced myself to find my way and not

like a turtle
If I put my mind to it I know that it will work tho
Gotta work hard for the shit that you want
Don’t listen to the people telling you that

Hella' niggas be slimy and shit like a slug
Man she used to walk by me and shit
Soon as she see me with my new bitch she gon' ask for a hug
I been needing

tend to truth and never expect some helpins
Can't sing worth shit so I write my ass off like a pornstar
But when I think I'm winnin ain't the time

this place
Feeling like its outer space and the ship ain't coming back yo
Spit a rap flow I'm ill in mind
Rhyme killing time
Ask me how I'm feeling
Fine

and gentlemen
Bob ross flow
With a little extra melanin
Drive by slow with the speakers
And you can tell a friend
Chi-ca-going to Kansas City
I'm here again

will never choose me
I feel old man
Feel old man
Don't qualify to be in the gang

Lately i been feeling like i ain't living
Tired of being single hard

that's divided, is always bound to fall

Then at last I found her; shot down by the NRA
It's too late to find America, in the USA

Maybe it was just

on
As we journey so hard holding on to your word
As i'm believing and hoping for the better
I don't wanna let loose of my sanity, when i feel this pull by

Cherish every moment
You don't know when it's ya last
Try to find your purpose
Move forward fuck the past
Know that ya worthy of a good life
Creating

Never comin' back from this Summertime fine
Summertime
But boy you still don't leave my mind
A touch like yours is hard to find
But I'm never gonna tell

off he bodied
Body rollin' cut down like hibachi wit kodachi (Chien chien)
Goin' longer than odachi you ain't in tha field nodachi
Makibishi watch ya

in love with Cupid
Money ain't everything
Happiness is first, hold on to the wedding ring
Follow your dreams, they're right around the corner
Try hard

even though it may not show
My family was drove by the people down the road
(Yeah)
I want to find something new like I'm looking for the truth
I'm waxy

on my mind
I pour a drink in my cup and try to unwind
But at the bottom of every glass I seem to find
Just another reason to bitch and whine
Shitty

One time for my folks on the daily grind
Something special to relieve your mind
In these difficult days and times
Feeling freedom is hard to find

So what is love, and how do you define it
Some say it’s hard to find you gotta mine it like a diamond
To some, love is lust, to some love is trust