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Tryna tell me that you hate me now
While sayin you missing me
We was like yo favorite song
In tune you never missed a beat
Just bringing back those

drinks though
Acting a narcissist here but baby could you pop those
Nothing here matters when we got (uh)
The haze and the brandy, the haze and the brandy

the pain, yeah
Everybody that I know and love I keep them close
Looking back at those that I cut off, all I can see is ghosts
Avoiding people that leave you

as somethin' more
And I can't help it,
You just make me wanna
Explore those eyes of yours
But now I gotta go, how did you know
I write your name on a scrap
Hide

turn now everyone acting like they knew me
I'm being honest, really like truly
Nowadays I feel like people tryna sue me
I'm one of those ones, they be

in
Grab your phone put a lyft in
Push her away like I'm lifting
Bro got the Jag so we drifting
We love those two man missions
And that's mission

the beautiful
Sometimes have hearts so cold
One touch will leave you froze
I've seen dreams drowned with bottles
Those highs that turned to lows
But I try

your love, being here, no I wouldn't be
Finally realize, family all I ever need
Type of love keep you thankful, praying on your knees
All those prayers

a perfect start
You will never buy those lies, and they could never buy your heart
I give you my undivided attention, I'ma hold you down
And if we talking

about the real shit I bring you my life
My money chess aint a game
And I'm playin it right
Watch those you roll with snake eyes on the dice
These rhymes I

yes, twice if no, those scary echoes
Welcome to the next episode, it's very special
Everything is all in fun
Carlton done got a gun, but put it down
Now

your beauty over four years ago
Now I know the lyrics so here it goes hearing those
Wedding bells never felt so good to leave the fear at home
Flowing

I put my hope in
God
Na him I choose
The question now be say
Why
Masta no dey
Loose
Those I fit kill
For
Fit me for me?
If I dey Down dem
You Fit

a taste of those dear cherry lips
Hold me close to your chest
Move my hand to your hips
Though I must confess, I am not ready
Fingers feel numb, arms feel

Mother

The rat that's at home, informs those outside, that there's things home
They'll say, come, there's things to eat at home

It's say, if thy house

to separate all of these nickels and dimes
It feel like a crime
Maybe I'll go back to sticking dick in anything I can find
I feel like mime
Mimicking those who

wanna take you out sometimes to show you love
And do it like the old days
Show affection and then some foreplay
I know you into those type of grown games

We all get it in the end, so just sit back and do it right
Make your mark whatever way you would or could or should or must
Because those who came

gon confide?
I've been fighting all those demons
I might end that shit tonight
I don't know what I should do
I think I'm running out of time yeah
I did

hit getting old, thought I was your only Romeo
Now you got another person fighting with you on the road
He can sing to you, but those are all my songs

90s bitch and I'm thorough (thorough)
The type to elevate ya whole soul (whole soul)
For those of you who ain't right within
Like cuntie Lauryn asked

and there’s no need to guess preacher says wake up the dead and those we sleep at rest feed your head and once your fed break up the bread proceed and feed

detect those incorrect
And reflect the black power project
Supreme 'cuz I chose to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very high beam

This is one of those joints that make you stand by the exits
Cause every time I'm yapping something crazy happens
Keep my tool in my baggy jeans rolling