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time keep ticking and going by everybody living their own life but i'm still stuck in my own mind and i feel like it's a gold mine gotta find that one

where he lay

Send his ass to Timbuktu, that's what the ten milli' do
AR get to kickin' too, put me in a better mood
Catch me in the kitchen, ooh, uhh

on the bus
Think they coming in
They not coming in
Odds is very slim
I been coming up
Fucking music up
Niggas been looking like (Woah)
What you getting on?

Uh-Oh,

My life- is P's and B's- Music about B's for P's,
I like- B's getting P's- If you read- my T's and C's,
We-
Will pop the G(in) and T(onic)-

a fitted
Bitch gone give me top well shit I guess I'm in it
I ain't even need a ticket
Killing another for forty dollars
With the blood in their pocket

he wanted was a friend but no one cared he was a failure
everything he put his hand in always felt so disappointing
took so long to be incredible 
my

watching the news 
And going insane 
You niggas cant aim 
Please put down the guns
Im in the position 
Im In the shotgun 
While these niggas is blitzing
I

up to the sky
Knew I had to deal with hella pain I'm asking why
Turn to music when I got stress
I'll let you peep my soul hope I reach you in

a jungle where
The lion kills another wears the mane, man
Then roars "suck your mudda"
Grew up in an ends where a nigga's baby mama
Leaves the papa and then

and punch her in her face, cuz NOBODY likes a fake chick that puts on a façade, and I bet she’ll never meet another as patient as I (Ayeeee)
(Shit was real

lil' nigga, wanna see him
Pasto fell in love, wanna see him happy, so I'm cheering
So I choose to put a love inside a girl who did me dirty
Let emotions

to music
Yerbi's fluent in being the truest
The absolute unit's fluid flow is exclusive
Extra keef in the tree, I'm tryna hide my cough
Then I tore down her

on all day
I just put investment in a stock
Had a long day
I just want to get to know the Woman that your Mom raised
I just want to see them doubt

fact decide what you get!
Yeah
Ah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
For me music is all I got, never thought
I'd be a musician today after being trapped in a rut

wishin' for another chance or journey and so far
I aint got one yet, so I reflect on my old days
When I lived apart
When I walked alone in the halls
Music

out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral

keep talking how you shooting
Man, you ain't really shooting
That's just music
You a bitch
I can feel it in ya grip
Eliminating hand shakes
You a clown

surrender?
Why would I walk through the embers?
Why would I ever lose my mind and forget you?
Why would I whisper in your ear when the music is loud?
Why would

since I was home schooled
We up in his addy like summing the total
I ain't here to fold you
Just put this jitty music in the Bose and let it control you

in the same lane
Stuck in traffic, blurry visions, they just tryna find their way
Me, I'm right here speeding by em ain't got time for what they saying

did i'd double back and pay the cost
Never stressing about how i came across

Everything i ever did i did with sauce
Then the music made me put that

ain't a sprint man, they're in it for the long run
Yeah
They put the radio on
Help the days go quicker when they're snailing along
You hear em humming

at it, two for two with the bat
They overdose off that audio, cook the track like crack
Distribution on overload, above basic like overtones
Put my all in

the bong cunt or jog the fuck on
I got no time for your bullshit fucked up by another bitch
I can't fuck a lady without a handful of pings

Fog rolls in in