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cigarettes' and three dollar wine
Now we're older I can't seem to find
My heart beat anywhere between nine to five
Bar room chatter just don't feel the same

and the skies have collided
By a love that hit me from below
See the clock frown down on Mercator square
Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Stein may have all been there
In

done seen a lot bullshit through these
eyes
In the club throwing all these hundreds look like leaves flying
How we dropped the same time they ain't see

thinking bout round 2
And maybe 3 or 4
What you think that you can handle more?
You know I like a challenge and I know you do too
Babygirl it's just me

picking but they stuck inside that field
Niggas acting sketch, I don't need no fucking pen pal
R.I.P Screech, them niggas got saved by the bail out
My life

roads to work
To avoid the left turns
Leave my old friends on read
When they say they're concerned
Only listen to songs
Where I know all the words
By

Feathers guide us
Running with paisas
Into mind esquinas
Like they in on us
Y'all stuck in red
I'm over purple
Not talking herbal
Reached the full

moving you look like you belong to the streets
You told me that’s all me im your only man
After me 3 n*ggas and a onlyfans
It’s only been a few months You

All these days I couldn't count it alone
What I saw outside of big Yellowstone
Where my heart lies
Buried deep beneath the meadow with the river

aint pleasing, rona been the longest season
Now im holding my corona ready to commit treason
Pockets bleeding from all the cuts im dealing
Got a new dog

just know I'll be creepin through
Tell me what's on the menu kuz all I see is me n you
Ain't no playing games shawty; from day one, been the same shawty

Serendipitous, verse flying like Icarus
Haters see cat in my lap, all I see is this Rip'N'Dip
I'm living like I'm Akira, Biker jeans got a rip in it

Hollywood, Hollywood
Cliqua De La Muerte

Yo, I didn't require your pitiful help
I'm learnin' this all by my itty bitty self
Later when I'm killin'

No games I got no time to
Ain't into chasing
I-I-I got money on my
No face I ain't tryna
Tryna go legit
No games I got no time to play
Ain't into

fucking Zay
Windows down want em to see my face
And I got expensive taste
Trynna get my pops 3 Michelin lobster and steak
Chateau in by the case
The look

no send anybody
Na na na na yeah
Praise and dance
Na him by the only man after God heart
And the things you do ooo
Wetin I go give you
I no fit shout o

Drunk textin' three in the morning
I done hit you up just to see where you was going
She said pulling up, cause she know what I be wanting
She be

with three heads
It's too much bodies you can't sleep
No we don't need need beds
Tell me I'm too young, no I don't need meds
I get high up everyday
Look

a vision for racks that shit tougher in 3D
The bigger I get the more harder to see me
The longer I wait the more racks to the GP
Opp alert our view broader

back
You can go hashtag, like
And repost that
These hands meant to translate
These niggas can't decode jabs
Cause I been on my 1,2 and 3,4
Mind

the back?
Maybe it's biology
That you couldn't love me
Or maybe it was just the wrong time
Still, I won't be free
Ordered my body by decree
But your heart is

as the veil of memory is lifted from My heart. While tattered pieces of Time go by

Did you ever wake in the night hearing someone call your name loud & clear?

""Redemption"" by Billy Arnett
Standing right here my heart in my hand
Prayin' forgiveness may find me
Been hiding in the darkness so long
Afraid

Turnin on you
You turnin on me
Started out was family
I aint turn on you
You turned on me
Took my heart thats robbery
Criminal shit 3rd degree
You can't