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Lonely

Nana

Too Much Heaven

1997

Remember first time we met day one
Kids in the garden' playin' games heaven' fun
Excitin' and amazin' havin' a real friend of mine
Face to face

never slide
I made the play it was by design 
Straight cap bottles yeah you straight yeah you straight cap
Tell me where the mother fucking cake at
Im

bottles of numb but this probably my last
I used to dream
Now I just slip through the cracks in the crowd while my head in the past but see
I used to dream

Searching the bottom of this bottle
Tryna look for the devil
I got a problem
I think somebody needs to address
Smoking cigs by the pack
Prolly die from

tryna maintain 
Time passin me by
I can never make it stay
Plug into my veins and I let my pain drain
OK you can hit play and jus let it wash away
Like

PASSION your spirit and body's detachment
Disastrous distracted by man made wonders
Peep Game for answers cut your Lights out show cancelled
You rappers

just need to feel like
Uh, look this my latest just an update I must say that I been up late
So many been divided by Biden and shit that Trump says,

her up in a Bentley YOP
YOU KNOW Im the cotton she pickin YOP
You know she da thottin Im dickin YOP
I BOUGHT her a bottle of any YOP
SHE AINT drinking

more potent than potion
I get distracted by the moments and stuck on a notion
I bottle up and then explode from emotions I hold in
Woke up one morning

most
I talk about my problems
I've done it all my life
You shouldn't feel ashamed
So if you bottle it inside
You should just take your time
And know

the answer
in the bottom of a bottle
I ain't finding it
But I'm still fly as shit
Do not tell me what to do
If you ain't Simon bitch
They told me homie watch

fuck with her demeanor
My heart in little pieces I done turned into the reaper
Time is going by and it's been

(so long to how I feel)

(so long to how I

the jungle
Give me the mic and let the body count rise
I need enough body bags to last me a lifetime
Murdering is my favourite pastime
I and I fuck up the club

If we got beef,
We can have it settled
Top floor, bottles of Prosecco
By the time you left
I was already on to the next one And you ain't even wanna

holden
5 miles out where there’s no police
she lit the flame  by an old oak tree
shiftin’ gears she was movin’ fast
burn it slow, so the memories last 

We

Yeah
Live from the bottom of the map
With the buddah burning heavy
By the bottle of the jack
I been working daily man I never get a pass
So I gotta

you got a lotta cheese
But I seen your card declined last time you bought groceries
Deep down you know you fakin'
But you would do anything for your

Grab the suit and tie, had to do it to 'em
I ain't givin out my time to a goofy nigga
Drop a hunnid K on a loser nigga (Laudiano)
The first nigga

bottles in the club
When I am putting kids through school
Nigga you take your time and you tweet me
Just to piss me off thinking I'll give it up
I'm like

A bottle of lean, a gun to your jeans, and a little faith in me
A plane in the sky, the only starlight on this never-ending street
The cameras

bottles filled up with vos
This the life that I promised
Keepin' it honest, that's on the cross
I was broke last week, next week I was callin' my dawg about

Two lies, back to back
Two years, now it's past
Two fears, come to pass
Too near, this can't last

Broken glass is covering the floor now

and Yellow outfit on
You look like a Fruit Loop
My insides turn more purple every
Time I pour Wockhardt deuce
Blocked this one nigga
He was hatin' on my

say that
Others are lying
Like how they really be capping bruh?
Putting in hours, don't have time for showers
Are you sure it's not enough?
Fighting