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Disenchanted by my goals
Cause the fame ain't attractive

I've been passive
Possibly passing up passion
For pleasure that I've been asking, foreplay

She gobbled

when I’m by myself
Asking the concrete heaven
What is real, what is fake?
Most times can’t find the right answer
Maybe I need help
Let you in for a while

like the line
Going straight by
Side to side
Like you dead
On the death bed
So instead be so reckless
Poof
When I mention
Really need a life-ed
Pride
It

too much now 
Where are my headphones Let me get out my cell phone 
And put some Dilla to help mode 
Myself back into feeling low key and mellow getting

enough
You don't bleed enough, I'm too vocal with my dreams and such
Asking if I could just slow it down, I'm being me too much
I was painting pictures I

I think it's time to step aside and let it go
My feelings got to a point where they are too cold to show
I think it's pride that's telling me I

ignored, by everyone else up in the psych ward
Its taught in schools too, how to be a decent human though
I guess it doesn't matter who's taught what
Cause

haven't learned
I've just been focusing so much on all the stripes that I've earned
Hoes and niggas seem to love that shit as far's I'm concerned
Me I'm too

head to get some corn
This world so fucked up I kind of wish I wasn't born
I see you trying to disrespect now your body getting drawn
This too much shit

Shoot at your chest up 
Crossed me too much 
My main nigga was setup 
You see the reasons
Why I'm so damn fed up
All of these demons keep telling me get

take it too light
But at the same time I’m GodBody I can’t give that shit too much weight
But fuck it
We getting to the money let’s celebrate
Her body’s

I live within these niggas surrounding me every time, like a nigga Miles asking if I got
Some time to hang out, wanna be impressing niggas, members

it
By the tone of my voice I ain't playing
I possess the image im portraying
And the view of it looking amazing
Bought A tinkle bean in Jamaica
Wanna

switch
Or like light bill went past due, turn off that shit 
Or like soulmates were born there right by my side
But then how much would I appreciate

the dash with no permit
I'm known for other shit, but killing beats for that I'm too legit
Get him out the way, he think he tuff we let that toolie hit
Now

a guy if he's asking for, get put in a bag to mask the gore

If you don't like hearing the truth
There ain't too much that I can do
Lying on tracks I just

"Novi relax"
Don't got social anxiety but I get an attack
I feel it in my chest man the pain as sharp as an axe
I expect way too much it's a issue i'm

blush
I'd be embarrassed too for ever taking this much
And never giving nothing back, and you've had a million chances
You keep taking and taking,

problems
Is easy as cake, when nobody's watching
I'm tired of saying I'm new to this stuff
And always complaining I'm doing too much
The timing is late, but

Sometimes I feel so alone
I would like to go but don't know where is home
The only home that I've known don't feel too much like home 
I wish I knew

the ONE, I can feel it in my every step
And you should too, don't be ruled by external problems
We got enough to deal eternally as time revolving
Stuck in

Causing too much drama, sippin' on this turtle juice
We kickin' doors, snatching every hood we goin' to
Loa street but you can't come around this side

and tha dirty
Got me knocked out
Always dissing
But never fucking pop out
Going dummy nigga
I cant stop now
Balling too much
I be averaging
In the mall

a drummer
They leaving my name out of conversations when they asking who's next up but I
Aint trippin cause I got em feeling me like alcohol on fresh cuts
Got