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I couldn't get sleep
I was in the doctor's lab each week
With my heart skipping beats
I couldn't make beats
Thought I would never drop another release

destroyed
So much potential, now I'm just a sheep
I would leap from my sleep
And paint my dreams on the real world
Each week I would reach
Until the gates Fly

I couldn't get sleep
I was in the doctor's lab each week
With my heart skipping beats
I couldn't make beats
Thought I would never drop another release

each week, that's a portable loo
Gangers on my back, sure he says he's givin' me the sack
Waitin' for my wages, but they're well overdue

Concrete

I know your kids' faces
Like the back of my hand
And the sweet, shared spaces of a woman and a man
Though we're not close
Each week I'm in your home

praying, she more blessed
I'm looking to sky each week
I cant let the lord rest
My Cuzzo had floor pest in the floor plan he could still flex
Trying to get

a ride in my spaceship please
Stickin' to the side to evade police
Made a career off of blazing trees
Went from waiting on a check to getting paid each

nights
Were something that made life
Just a bit sweeter each week
To Joel and Mason
It's never the same with
Out you two here anymore
Thank you for taking

photograph, begged him to take any other
He said, 'There'll be more pictures, babe when I'm no longer away'
She wrote him letters each week, he read them over

Is it too sweet?
To taste the nectar of my heart
Each week
And see the parts of me
That make me weep
You've held my weight
I can only hope that you

always getting to it, got a new move each week

(Hook)
Imma leave yo ass behind if you ain't picking up the pace
I won't have a peace of mind if you ain't

through Indonesian streets
He has one day off from teaching kids each week
And he spends it here
To be somebody's guide and guru
I see his smile from fifty

at them dance
Money coming in each week
Boost my adrenaline
Steady runnin' up that sack
Got rockstar jeans, these Amiri pants
Bitch what to fuck, my pockets

trappin
Service feinds opposite of crispy cream
Meth heads Tryna trade me some new each week
So many death threats
But they all pussy
Claim I'm a dead man

eyes
You'd never take a chance
The morning bird's song, outshines my best each week
As tired as the opening, a beautiful, bright sunny streak
So I wasted

fish
Cause she only eats my meat
I definitely want her in this bed
Every night not each week (Uh)
She's always prepared
An she never cares
Thirty bucks

off my fans just by bringing The heat
Damn it this man just keeps getting Nicer each week
There's no plan for this man
First I start with the beat

hamlet 'neath the city is peaceful
Our land flourished, for our unity as people
Back and forth, trade routes each week
Unto the city of the rotten King's

contrare, im preparin a onslaught
Tune in, it's a whole event, bout to feed my soul to it's full extent
And as each week passes, repeat classics, lyrics that

of A-T-T-R-Action
Drugs will amplify that heartbreak
This month no THC for four days
Each week is less of a false haze
I'm finding that satisfaction
In the physical

son" undimmed
Regardless of all pretense

Be it as it may discreet I'll stay
As long as the Queen visits me each week
I'm the Queen's courier come what

Stunt like this! 

Need like 2, 4, 6, and 10s in my dms each week!

I’ll give that chick, 

Ambercombie and Fitch, 

And she can get a kiss! 

Mwah! 

Nah

worked hard, had work and signed on each week
I just did whatever it took to eat
Yuh zeet?
Survivor
The kind ta
Provide fa
My family and leave myself with

the fuck do you eat
Talkin' bout what you gon' do to this beat
I'm talkin' bout you when they talkin' bout cheap
Talkin' bout gettin' a new pair each week