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to me
Didn't fit the recipe probably a little spicy
Appealing to the masses requires seasoning lightly
Felt like the kid that was ditched at the prom
By

fucking geeked
I get to stick around
Big-ass smile, even when my fun's run out
(yeah)
I do not give a fuck what they talk about
(I don't give a fuck)
Yellow

When time runs so far
But slowly
When breathe smells soft
This tender chain
At the very first time
Knowledge is nothing
At the very last one
Love it

like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem

A bitch that holler 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
A bitch that

And I wrote down
"We must come to recognize that God is an unlimited supply 
And that everyone has access
God does not run out of blessings

further down the shitter

The new Pokemon games did a shits on the floor
They look like Gamecube games, run like N64

Chris Rock got Final Smashed, by

least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish

Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah
Told them niggas run it while ya run it while ya
Bitch I'm going all in I'm all
Told them niggas run it while ya run it while ya
Yeah

Enemy of the State

C-BO

Enemy of the State

2000

firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington

[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some

"And for centuries they have been
Surrounded by secrecy and rumor
But tonight Action News has a
Rare look inside their village"

Tomb is open slap

enthusiast, bro
I can't pour no less than four
Still on the block, sendin' runs
If he live by it
Then his ass gon' die by the gun
Man, I wanna be the greatest

run it up
I'll run the town

I've been gone for a minute
On my way back soon
Imma put another album out
It's way past due
Wanna talk about knowledge
I

Remain thankful and humble, that's just some rules that I go by
It fucked me up when people gave my nigga low profile
Told 'em that time like Kobe first

by turn, one by one
London cold but my head Dey hot
Grass to grace, when you run your race
Tight my lace when I’m on my jays
Woman and money that’s all

the of time
'Til the end of the song and the album
This is our work and this is the outcome

I cannot run away, got no more room to play
You said you'd run away

we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By

Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust

I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that

by day, nana
Can’t be replaced, want them to remember my name, yeah
Me and them are not the same
Were never the same
I ain’t on the run
I been called

get chased by feds
Everybody in the car better know
That I'm failing to stop
'Cause like Luis Suárez
These police love taking a shot
But an enemy

album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except

run from the bag
I know one thing for sure, you won't be seen on the album
Fuck that niceness, see, y'all be nice, you know I'm sayin' 
I'm in my

with it 
You wanna pass by go and not pay the visit 
You check on me now? I’m great! I’m livin
I’m in album mode so don’t wait to listen 
hold up hol up

Save It

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Save it before you end up dead it’s not looking good

the dominant
Your honor this, cut your mic, I'm in control of all of this
Welcome to the 2nd album where we find ourselves surrounded
By some people venomous