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provide a unique taste of what the games missing
Ahead of them by far really an insane distance
Don't mention us and them in the same sentence
It's

just be counting that damn cake 
She just be throwing that damn cake Ay
I'm about too making it rain 
She better grab her a rake Ay

If you drop that ass

I bet you will too
You ain’t making music so these people barely know you
Had to talk to Lexeigh and she took me to the old me
Back when making music

of passion's pledge
And the Queen of Hearts she was making tarts but I wasn’t making hay
For I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away

it's not yesterday
My car crash should have killed me
My god tried to tilt me
By making me think
I was worth being saved, but
He's just too busy to focus

along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passions pledged
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh, I

for the nation, peep history deep in creation
Advancing the year as it changes and ranges from payments
From agents that's praising the niggas that's

was working on delivering me
Modern slave, and i see it won't go off the deep end in this living today 
Pyramid game, got its demons nowadays its evil

will it take to go too deep?

If the opportunity came
Would I hurt myself quickly?
If I could
Would I?
Would I ever slit my throat?

You knew me
I didn't

the progress we been making
When it rains, yes it pours, mud the dirt up in the morgue
All the feelings that I had are now solutions I resorted to
So cold, yet

It's the only thing I'm good at
Don't know how to put it
But I got my foot in way
Too deep to turn around
Sick of being wound up in this little town

quarter for making this work
Two in the second for when I came back
Three in the third quarter for keeping intact when during the half you covered tracks

the cycle keep making strides , take a deep breathe to know I'm alive
Leave them to keep seeking the best entourage
I've said it before but I'm on the rise

all the nonsense I told her don't worry cus I'll be alright
In deep contemplation bout my generation controlled by their Instagram views and the likes

a country
Who doesn't think his life matters
And yes
It's 2019
A new year, fresh start
But tell that to D'angelo Brown
Who was just shot
In the head
By

would think I wanna die
Looking for guidance
I couldn't find it
So I surrender to
The whims and vices
Faith in the smoke and the liquor too
Wanna do good

Verse 1 
“Uh”-She Was Loving Da 
“Yung GOD”
But We Was Breaking Apart 
And She Was Making It Hard Me
Yeah... 
I Was Running Deep With The Squad

get you cut off like a dam
Run a nigga over inna Hummer
Knock him to the side down deep in the gutters
Hit em like the Plague in Black Summer
Skirtin

that I won't mention
So caught up in your own shit you couldn't even stand to look at yourselves in reflection
My mind, my soul, my deep end
Always told

thighs
Making up lies
I’m just tryna cut ties
Kick him out before sunrise 
In the day
We be quiet as a mouse
While we fucking on the couch
In his house
He

draws
Pass by private still clutching on chrome
Auto driving ride in the back-bone
Last guy tried me name on a gray stone
Ummmm True head doctor had

capture the great
But you can't levitate
To the heavenly gates
Yeah, but Hades awaits
Deep in ya grave
Tryna reanimate
But your beat ain't awake
So

need a healer, more than a surgeon, she stepped in my life and that shit going perfect
I been making these songs cuz bitch I'm proposed, got a mom for

No Love for the Roadie

Catch 22

Washed Up and Through the Ringer

2001

won't take all day
I'm the dank natty dread deep banana head
Making a six string sing is hard done than said
'cause saying it and doing it just ain't