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So I wrote this song once, out of love
About a scrub in a crowded club or lounge
Surrounded by these hounds and thugs
And he goes home and he

a smile on his face
And I bought him a printer
Good or bad, we there for each other
Through back in the days
When mom worked by the counter

I'm on my way

of fucking sleep (on my way to a crash)
Being taped off by police (it was a pretty bad crash)

Here it starts to come
The pain's flooding me out
It's my fault

Ironically you can never get your life figured out
Never think about the long term yet you wonder why everything so foul
If your problems had to be a rainstorm

a marriage made in heaven without a ring or no pendant
The FA Cup is good, a signal of amendment
Bigger trophies on the bus, days are glorious
Conquer one by

Yeah

They call us trash
But these bitches raccoons (Ooh)
They go out sad
They try to put it on you (Ooh)
I'm not having it
Don't be trying me, I

today,
Cause Here Comes Summer.

The radio's blasting out another favorite song.
It's just so good to be alive, when all you see is bluey skies.
No more

I'm hanging out with the rappers
Their shouting me out on their tracks
I give em the best kind of feeling
I show em how to relax
I get invited

and spread love, talkin talkin talkin
Talkin like always do drugs, but I do plus
I know that I might need to grow up (sike)
I'm the top tiger
Toasted up by

about Ferlinghetti
I wanted to celebrate, smoke confetti
Now im stuck here out of reality
Heavens open in my eyes planity

I look out the window, im in

screaming crying shouting out to myself  
In the mirror

Hook
Written by Assata Jones

beats
I'm married to the game
Shouting out "I DO" can't be like the rest of these lames
She who conquers himself is the mightiest warrior
I put that on my

the neighbours complaining it's loud
We be so aimless and proud
Like the name of my bro is the favourite
I'm shouting his alias out like it's danger pronounced

bout me
But hoes won't get no rise out me
Bitches jealous got no talent
Except for screaming an shouting
Bitch gone an talk that talk
But you won't walk

shouting about your balls, ok, and chill out man, ok

clouds my surroundings
Bright lights by the thousands shine louder than shouting

Underneath the skin I'm in
There seems to be a sentiment
Like mother

out of sight
What nigga can see
He can't make a move
That's good you know you moving right
Never been cocky
Aiming for the top I know it's hard and kind

But I'm the one to make her sway
She's hypnotized by my eyes (eyes)
She in a trance with my smile (smile)
She's been strung out from his lies (his lies)

by day
I will find my own way
And I will light the night

Can 10 000 voices all be so wrong at once?
They keep on shouting but you can’t seem to hear
I

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dreams 
'cause she was cornered by some wayward teens.
Headed by Shredder, they were anything but good.
Misguided, unloved, they called 'em "the foot."

your eye's bruised
Easy murder a man
He's a good MC but he can't write tunes
Shouting like the mic ain't switched on
Is that him or Mr wong? You're

nothing left for me to speak for
Out of terms, another word, another dagger to make it bleed
My soul been breaking down by the passing weeks
And I still

away from Yeez, once you see, they move me for them See
Why? find out who you are once you really get your back up
Knew I was a star before I got my back

dreamed that we would ever be,
shouting the odds and crying, out.
Though I tell myself it isn’t me, though I know I stop trying, long ago.
You run around