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Deception

DJ Maj

Full Plates: Mixtape. 002

[Intro]
Shake it off. Lord, I won't do this song
This is a fight with myself
I want to gain much wealth
I want to live by myself
But I'm surrounded

Kick Down the Door

Brittany Wells

Loving Every Minute of It

2004

polite
      I'm waiting for my mister right
      To kick down the door

My friends always tell me, I'm asking for too much 
Why can't I have

Ms. Jackson

Unwrapped

Hidden Beach Recordings Presents: Unwrapped, Vol. 1

2001

thoughts of he
Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't

that shit then send it out the ear,
By the end of this shit we gone make it real clear, 
I might get got, but I’ll never run scared, 

Hook:
Black man

she hold the pole right
I sip too much bodeine cant catch a cold right
Three percocets and a soma, fuck the whole night
All I do is get high, Im a whole

Everyone keeps asking me if everything's alright
And I tell them that I'm fine
But deep down I know I'm lying cuz
I got fucked over by an old best

A quarter century, they're asking me what's next
Hand me the keys please? But life no get formula one sef
Moving fast, either play catch up or be

at 2 AM
Scam, scam, scam, you don't give a damn
You try to party every night
Blow too much by the end
Life is short, baby, take risks
But if you're

up
Gotta' get back together
Acne Jeans but these bitches leather
Can't fuck with a pig ass nigga like Peppa

Rick shoes on, I'm a stepper
I'm too high,

crack with a lack of heroin
I don't do that shit it's too much for me
But when i do a nang
It makes my fucking mouth tang
Wait what's that my phone just

this is living
Take me out one on one quality time
Is that too much
Baby you can decide
I could start the day waking up to you
If you wanted to
We could

It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to see

Where as others can see beyond their sculptured mould
You could offer me nothing
You could offer me nothing that I need
Do you think I'm asking too much

out your whole team
Got the red dot don't do that talk
Lil too much then you're drew wit chalk
I don't make a move i let the bullets walk
And if i see

Once upon a time I had a nigga on my line
Asking me why I'm so extra i said here's the reason why
When you look outside you see the gay boys that

These are the real Soprano's

6: 37 every morning the phone ring
They always came with eighty
 by seven at the latest
And who am I to sit there?
I

Hello Hello Hello

Hello how's it going yeah?
I'm ok too ya know I'm feeling good
Thanks for asking
I woke up on the right side of the bed
Ya know I had

aching
Year 11 fought depression popping
Pills inside my lessons
Yes I smile but I was stressing
Music's such a blessing so much spare time
I put that

pack the bags up
And start being average?
You give them your soul and they
Go put it in trash cans
We did too much acid that day back in Staten
Now every

Think I said too much, think I'm finna go on Lalo
Playing with my wife, and I'll play with her like Play-Doh

Big dog sass like I'm barking up a grapevine

nigga

Never phased 
Was born and raised in violence
Nothing to prove, 
Making moves in silence

Asking everybody when I pull up 
"What the science is?"

every time we interface
And you put up with a nigga ways and give necessary space
Love the way the we relate
Never ask for too much you hold ya own weight

talking bout my truth then I'm living a lie
When I spend too much time outside the booth, I be itching to die
I ain't suicidal but living in my truth is

Time is flying so quickly spinning my head
With so much to do and I am just asking
Myself which way to go

Every time I look into my a
Broken mirror,