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In the beginning god created A girl born in a northern place With a heart far too tender For the cruel world she entered And now that you're
2000 Album & The Sequel Too! (OOUU!) You All Mines! Said To My Self “ She Got Me Feeling Like I’m The Greatest Of All Time! “ Made A Last Minute
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you Nigga you called me, I didn't
Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well Photo album on the counter Your cheeks were turning red You used to be a little kid with glasses
album up here by the bay Long Island blues, don't take me away Damn I'm too young to feel this way But I need the fame, send it this way I have millions
isn't it. Oh by the way, just before I sign off... because I've gotta go now... you know, there's a beer waiting for me down the road in the bar. So I
(too, too) Too faded (too, too) Too faded, my nigga (too, too) Nineteen months since the girl I would've died for left me for my dawg Word to fuckin' up
Man it must be so cool, You?re barely out of high school, A seven album record deal, That was no big deal alright, Oh yeah. Too right you?re always
on the edge of cliff I breathe in the spirit of your visage With all that you've given, I'm carved in your image You make a light of life it's like you're
lookin' over at me Wind in my fur, I was thurr I remember it all too meow Photo album on the counter Your tail was curling up You used to be a little kitten
a circle in fact Exactly what I've been trying to figure out Using my head too often Now I let my heart speak loud That's what the fuck I'm all about I can't
hair, I was there I remember it all too well Photo album on the counter Your cheeks were turning red You used to be a little kid with glasses in
at me Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red You used to be a little kid
Why have you brought me before you christ today? Wait, kieth, is that you? Yeah man I got clean of the poop za so I got promoted Ohh me too! Nuh-uh I
We've entered an apocalypse One where our basic social conventions have been replaced With the desire to be in constant contact with a touch screen
time, I knew that you had a fire within you And now that I'm listening to your album I can truly feel that you've turned that fire into fireworks
rap had niggas fooled Yeah, I'm a gook Niggas started skipping school, me, and Monty and Raul Hopping the fence by Carol City park Fuck the next
hair, I was there I remember it all too well Photo album on the counter Your cheeks were turning red You used to be a little kid with glasses in
Covers, videos and all that shit Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
say It starts to take my breath away And I don't know if I can stay here Lately you've been getting way too comfortable My emotions been telling me not
know they're proud of you Hate is a giving, that shit is too easy Give em they flowers before they will leave I've been in rooms with a legend I used
Stay in the house I don't have FOMO Not going out So save your promos It's a One Person Party Dancing All by myself It's a One Person Party At home
TVs in the crib look like a sports bar Too deep with the flow you need a sonar Best cover art my albums hanging next to Warhols Jay to the letter
This the part of my life I like to call Manifest You know that part where All the dreams you've been dreaming They finally start to come true
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