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switching up 
U tell me I'm different 
Lately I caught feelings 
U make my heart racin 
U not basic 
U got wifey material 
Got me feeling faithful  
Your my

who I used to be

I used to laugh at his jokes
Make him feel like I'm home
But now I'm broken and cold
He knows time is passing by
And he doesn't know

feeling myself
The swag is unmatched i'm not trendy at all
Baggy pants tank top 6 feet tall
She compliment me on my style but i will never fuck her
Play

is one of a kind
I’m just takin my time, up in her dm a line
But she just want to be mine
I like her because she loyal, u know imma spoil u, keep it

on stolen bikes , living on borrowed time 
Line banging phone decline there weren't no call waiting them times 
Ttrip was dry, drought got everything over

to a tall tale
That is too tall to believe
I thought that we had so much time
But it was stolen by thieves

I can't tell you how long that its been
Since I

the alcoholics
That pussy is probably Haunted
Don't know why
I still want it
Met her on a Saturday
In love with her by Sunday Morning
She a lil bitty
Down with

They say all is fair in love and war
But when the battle's over you still pour
That kerosene
All over me
'Cause what's a Suicide King without his Killer

Can't fold this shit up
We fillin' that counter up, chump by the chump (ayy)
I know that enough not enough (ayy)

Why they keep fucking with me? Huh?

Last time I looked around my hood
I've seen the same old things:
Drugs, prostitution, crack
Everything you can name don't you know?
Churches've been

over to you.
Is that for real?
A large pot of gold?
How deep is it?
Where is it exactly?
Asked the sons.
Poor children,
forgive this old man,
for I don't

over to you.
Is that for real?
A large pot of gold?
How deep is it?
Where is it exactly?
Asked the sons.
Poor children,
forgive this old man,
for I don't

back trip by the weeknd, yea

I do this shit for my niggas imprisoned, on missions or gotta memorial
That risk to go get it when niggas and bitches was

rain
We saw them often, day and night
A few times even at Harbor Lights
We were with them a lot that week
On Friday night over in Town Creek
The ship's

I'm afraid I found you but you're not real
I was thinking of waiting but we can't know how you feel
The bottle is dry I found what I love
I've been

Wasn't such a resistance to me in my life
Growing older by their guidelines
A speck upon an infinite timeline

And I feel like it's over much too soon

Auntie liz showed me how is all played
If they wanna talk games by the way
I probably smoke all day by the way
How the fuck you tell me that I change
You

of wicked ryhmes
Little fries could never criticize
I give em a minute, five to find the proper way to apologise
I'm the sickest guy all the time and this is

the blade 
I’m cut different nigga give me the fade
Uhhhh.
I go to a different barber sense you over charging
When them hazard lights is blinking then you

the walls go crumbling in
Do you fall to the ground?
Crushed by ruins, much to your chagrin
Don’t let yourself be bound
You’ve got to fight

Living my life,

the scruff and throw me to your back?
Weigh the wheat and barley and give them what you have

Do not damage the oil and wine
My body will forget the mess over

no you won't see
"Tell me what it means when you over think"
I get haunted by my memories
Past scars left by treachery
Woah ohh woah ohhh woah ohhh

after the other stringing in rows of chaos

Perpetuate elegantly well placed 
Over the ages

ct certain given times of day the place grows quiet
With no

Born in a place that the new world's built over
Taught to speak softly and straighten up shoulders
But the lessons were drowned out by life's calls