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line once more
The clock is ticking
I'm going to close this door
Knock when you're ready
It's taking too long
You better be here by nine
I'll rehearse my

He Got Pride 

cnd That Shit Really Real 
Im Too Locked In I'm Putting My Mind On Copping That Bentley Still 
The Pill Was Fake He Wanted Perk I Gave

peace
Count on us like 123
Down for us when shit gets deep
Found love in what comforts me
We drownin' ourselves in self-esteem
I run from it, but some

really don't give a shit
What you tell people
No sex in the bed too tired in the head
Apartment fucking filthy
Behind on your rent
Not worth shit that's

along, I've
Got no love if you're in my way as I
Scrape that crud out of my ash tray, 'cause
It's the start of a brand new day
I won't wait till it's too

should really surf and move the wave
All should really surf and move the wave
All should really surf and move the wave

I'm deep in my bag like the fries

to one
There the spirit come
Yea I was on the run
I was O'Dell
I had them demons on my trail by the coattails
Deep down in my sin, I was so skilled
But

Robinson
The path I'm following is black blown by hollow wind
But I'm not looking back until the last breathe has swallowed em
In past tense I lacked mental

my pride  
Way too hurt to analyze 
But I was screaming at the sky 
Like God why
I won't cry
Ride or die 
Tell me why 
Making decisions with no vision

been high all damn week and I can't find the floor 
In my knees I feel weak as I trip out the door 
Slap a whore feeling worse cuz I'm too high to score

I feel an angel on my shoulder
I could be negative, but I won’t
I feel it deep in my soul, telling me don’t
For awhile, my life felt out control
My

this world, by any means
I see what this money bring, I see all the evil too
I still need that bag though, I'm done with this peek-a-boo
Enter like

than they seem, a "P", a "T"
An "S" a "D" that pulls a man apart at his seams
I take the pills he gives and dumb my brain down
Making it too tired

Deep below in the black oceans
Silent, dead, an empty void
Once the cause of all loss of life
toxic waste now serving purpose
The dead mass forming

was just a baby
Need to stop smoking, it's making me lazy
Come fuck with me baby I'm sexy and crazy
I got the sauce, boat, gravy
Into the deep blue navy

the conscious stop tanking
In too deep its like I'm sinking
Only God knows what I'm thinking
When I'm thinking I'm not thinking
I'm pre knowing I'm pre deacon

the need, to all my favorite appetite's.
To look in deep no need to read, a constant flavor for all times.

Chorus
Many flavors just as good but something

Laying  in the bed last night
I had a dream that touched me deep down inside
I dreamt about you, mama
Oh, yes I did

I pray you rest in the riches
I

the making, conquer me
I rise to the top, I'm climbing high
Step by step, I reach the sky
I got the vision, I got the drive
Won't back down, won't let it slide

sunburned by my own heat 
When I tried to find the new me 
Think I might have swum out too deep 
I can’t even see the beach

I try to sleep, but the dreams

ain't going for nothing
Man I'm just spitting out my thoughts could get too deep cause my mind cluttered

The beat a nigga therapy, it's all I got
You

My passions too deep
Motivation from memories
Of course I gotta preach
To the inspirations ahead of me

They letting me get stuck on a feeling
Lost in

numbs you with fright
Is this making you worse or is this relief?
Looking back on your life in a state of grief
Despite being numb and deaf, the ropes

popped
By the cop in the drop or you in your train truck 
Oh my God, guess what? Snipe' dot to your spot
Screaming please don't shoot we just trying