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later)
(Hello)
First ring she on the phone
She said I'm out with friends I'll call you when I get home
Didn't sound like no party to me I'm in the zone
But

to say
I must admit the things that it explained

The destructive power of fire can be harnessed by any man
And God planned that so we can

Days gone by
They say the kids are alright
Cars seem to move slowly
Down the streets like a boat
Where is everybody, everybody
Did you finally learn

This world is burning 

Our heads are rolling 

But things keep going, You know

This secret party won’t save nobody, 

I swear, nobody at all.

Life

colors on the house's floor
Tears painted on the door
Sneaking in the night
A door open
A road with a flaming trail

America's hypocrites!
Parties for

sentimental
dont speak lets keep it confidential 
free drinks in my pent house 
all your friends make them come down
we go party all night till sun down oh oh

token smiles
Dust is fine so she breathes it in she
Circulates with ermine hands
Picking the wallflowers one by one

Now Walk
Into the Sun
I want you

(AY) Oh shit the neighbor has just arrived
Ya, ya, ya, the neighbor, oh shit ya ya ya
For sure bro, I'm gonna smash her
You feel me, You know how it

and cutting so deep
Turning heads on a parkway dime
Zero to hero by the end of the night
Making it all up as I go along
Being read my lines on faded que cards

was cool
But she ain't you tho
While She's turning heads by the pool
That ain't new bro
Might have caught you clapping ever Sunday at church
But you

They're all laughing at us
Took it all for granted while basking in arrogance
While they were drafting the contracts
All sanctioned by the government

Fall out the sky
Fucking that bitch from Cali by the sand, Molly, pink sand
My bitch a ten but she still not a pink ten
Big shovel, that's for your mans,

I think I'm gonna change my name
Or dye my hair and rob a bank
Or pack up everything I have, throw it in a cab
Move to California
Well, I might take

and my bros we're on the same thing
Freestyling in PS parties just for a little laugh didn't think I had the talent to make music My craft
Had the bright

life
Party in my honor, don't mourn when I'm gone
Bump that bass, no more sad songs
I might've lived wrong but it felt so right
I lived every day like

start the party my niggas I'm calling em' up
I call em' up while we balling em' up that's a body for me that's a body for us
Straight out the cuffs and I

I think I'm gonna change my name
Or dye my hair and rob a bank
Or pack up everything I have, throw it in a cab
Move to California
Well, I might take

of mine
Didn't have the kids under control and didn't achieve my daily goal
Couldn't pick up my friends by car even though the distance wasn't far

Just

killin
Its the intro need no intermission
The finest liquor we be sippin
The baddest bitches we be gettin
BMG boys never trippin
We the dopest them other

the game
She loves the chase

Chorus 2:

Oh she's lovely, life of the party
Taking it a little to far she's 
Living fast
Upper class 
Morning come and theyre

Christmas December
Written by: Diavallan Fearon and Kymona Davis
 
Intro:
December December 
Everybody love off December 
December December 
Can't

Is everybody in on something that I am not?
Are there spaces between our worlds that I just forgot?
Did you ask for me at the party?
Am I spinning in

Enter the beef 
If you wanna catch case 
 
Still show love 
When niggas pack face
Swag so sharp “Omo”
E Dey cut face 

Milli by a minute 
Tell me when U

hard done by
I sound like I'm sounding off
While these similes assimilate

I am late to the party
While I still sound pissed off
Crying out loud while I