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to preach
I can't help but vent
Numbers on the board
Telling me I'm heaven sent
I'm choking
Like biggie hollering out hit this chief
Writing out sharp bars

(Brrr)
See I don’t want no complications, I just wanna eat 
I just wanna love you girl fuck I just wanna feed 
Driving by the city lights, dressed all in

up
Light another one sit back and watch the world go by
Baby you look so sublime dappled in that gold light 
Hand coming close to mine
Can't get

mas, chrome hearts now its covered in ice, ive been trynna get it by my lonely, cause nobody really wanna know me, fuck a plane bitch im rolling i aint

dead
Swallowing the guilt
Of everything you built
It's always the same
And you're the one to blame
Try a different colour
Maybe change your whole number

is nothing but a number
A non-factored element so get loud as thunder
Them voices in your mental try to put you in a slumber
If your focus has the end

REMEMBER ONE THING THAT I DONE

BUT JUDGIN' BY THE BAR RECEIPT I JUST FOUND FROM LAST NIGHT 
MUST'VE HAD A GOOD TIME 

WE WENT DOWNTOWN TO HEAR SOME BLUES

lost it when my father was in his coffin
Before he died he told us to take care of em
Me and my brother stop by whenever we in the area
Times is getting

Absorbing damage is the name of the game
From the claws of monsters
Or the heat from a ball of flame
Our strength in numbers is a roll of the dice

저건 또 얼마
다들 하고파 flex
지혜, 신뢰, 정 쌓는덴 정말 인색해 facts
사람에게도 매기는 price tag
어디든 붙이지 like tax
countin numbers day by day
but is it really the right way?

널 생각해서

goddamn
Drop a hit and your numbers take a toll, goddamn
I don't miss, your excuses getting old, goddamn
Yes i'm rich, and i still ain't sell my soul,

monkeys
We stand surrounded by morphine junkies
From our screen they look nice and plucky
But  they're fucking roaches and it's starting  to bug me
Theyre

got a crush on a girl
She got her hair in a curl
Grab her by hand and I twirl
Just like a coconut swirl
But I got a thing with her feet, uh
I got

just open the cupboard above the sink
And the next day we wake up, actually I wake up by myself
I see that you are gone so I pick my phone up from

fact
I rather booty call, someone get me Stephanie Pratt
I wanna write her my phone number by bending her back
And grabbing my pencil and shoving it

it undone
Steady acting like you know me cuz I'm number one
Baby dancing on me, drop it to the ground
Wasn't fucking with me then, what you doing now?

Like I got born by a dragon
Hand it to me
Talking off just like McFadden
Really think
You a Audi bitch
Know you Volkswagen
Bitch you need a new top
Finna

Yo
Welcome to the UT radio station where we
Play what you feel and what you feel is what we play
Um the next few songs are by someone who is named UN

spray bottle, get your bird sprayed 
My dog called Thursday, he said he coming home Wednesday
Wednesday let him, this was his third state number 
Weight

A baby in the womb, doesn’t know there’s an earth
These are late night thoughts, I kinda salvage
I experienced a pandemic, before marriage
And by the way,

to have your number you could call me an accountant
Downing on this bottle just to change up my surroundings
And what I wanna say
But it don't really matter

grind in stock
Aught sneaky by gusts
Ever since I came from Jamaica always gettin' cash
All I knew is pies and that match
Fam all stash, West end king

fat fuck shack up and mack that slut
Like "oh my God Becky, look at that butt"
Talk jive, sleep in, eat, man tan shove
Rugged Man, America's number

up
Mom, I know you got a genius but Harvard too expensive
And these scholarships need a, 9 digit number
That i didn't have at the time, which at times,