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Piggly Wiggly one school everybody friends
From high school football to family reunions
Movin' at the speed of life drunk by noon and
That's my uncle, I

in the Congo On a baboon bone called Ishango  Imhotep built a center to train
Doctors who worked on the heart and the brain 
The walls of Benin were 4

ain't blood I don't trust you
If you blood still don't trust you
Young thug poppin Chris wit a breezy
Bout to go crazy
Fresco papi feet sponsored by yeezy

the beautiful But is That beauty vein
Filtered by historical wretched unruly gain
Left wing to right wing maybe the whole bird is sick
Maybe the cure of this

the day I first poured myself a full cup
Missing church Sunday mornings waking up still drunk
Prayers up to heaven have evolved into hiccups
Now I count my

Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)

I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)

Everywhere I go,

At the club, everybody show me love, 
Popping bub by the sub, so much bottles need a tub, 
Far from a scrub, tipping bartenders dubs, 
But

I smoke and train with Lee.		
A-HEAR ME, HEAR ME NOW.
I'm going up against Ali.		
I'm a criminal Mastermind, I'm an opera lover too.
A-HEAR ME, HEAR

flexin’
But I’m laughin’ to the bank with all these checks I’m gettin’

Fuck 100k let’s hit half a mill
500,000 by 22 I got no chill
Burning red hot got

a week, that's a dead line (Fah)
Each state, drinkin' red wine
Sittin' at the bar up at Ruth Chris (yeah)
Drunk as hell, screamin', "Fuck everybody"
Order

and on
To floss with the rainy weather
The seats they ain't customized
They made by Ricarro
A ruby red CF5
I'll cop by tomorrow

[Baby]
For catching me

the phone
The choppa it clap at his
Face, gotta rearrange bones
He looking like Joan
Wait, who that at the door? Nah, we good
Set up by a whore, he got put up

My girl look like a model, she foreign, she Ukrainian
Whip red leather
I just did some coke off the tip of her stiletto
Never feeling pressure
Hard

'cause I'm drunk as fuck
Backstage wit' a fuckin' slut, I think I want to fuck

Now I'm drivin' drunk in a fuckin' truck. I'm swervin' wit' my fingers up

So in the end I guess the, um, moral of the story is
That the war continues within us

Another year in Toronto
Everyday
Another drunk in a bar

that man, your escape we hope that you time it. 
Dear Melania, you done married a master manipulator.
Even using you to stand by his side is a huge

by the world
We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion
We are

the price with a punch
But he was drunk and hyphy later, broke his spine with a crunch
Couple months after that, he was lively and violent
My mind still fuzzy

tell myself
One: Don't pick up the phone
You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone
Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again

so stressful
Still seeking the letters in red though
Tryina hear what you said though
Seeking your face seeking your breath
I feel you breathe into my

yesterdays, pulsing in my brain
All alone in a hotel bed, could get drunk instead
Waving white or red
I run a bath and I'm slippin' down 'til I don't hear

ain't had enough yet
Naw fuck that
Imma keep him up like some Red Bull hoping that he last
Good pussy make it quick so I guess he get a pass
Wanna be my

the motherfucking plug
Now his trap ain't good for nothing
I don't want no conversations
I'm not up for no discussions
Put them red dots on his face
And got you

Goose or henny straight, will get it started, ready, set, on your mark &...
We bump & bump & bump & bump-bump
Red cup (start to filling it up
Feelings