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Janey from Glasgow burns her tabloid in emotional rage.
Prints of lies and defamation are plastered across every page - yet again.

So you opted for

small, a lot of bonds, done went soft
Cookie Prints on her shirt, I'm like, baby, take it off
Ten P's, it's a lick, give it up, tear it off
You can't never

Other niggas get prints on a shirt
Ain't tryna piss in a can, I'm uplifted 'cause I been the shit since the birth
Yeah, Papa Smurf, I get blues 'til I'm

the cornbread
Toss my salad eat my cake have you well fed
Wanna look like me
I'm the blueprint
They follow me I paved the way
Yea the shoe print
You got 32

bad
Walking to the money leaving prints up in the sand
Tryna sit back enjoy a little butter pecan
Running up the rankings it's a new brand, two man

something and an unknowably thin unease fills the small arteries on the outskirts of your heart. Your attention flashes between different things in the long

Digit
I just moved into condo in the city/
Fuck them small talks/
Long walks what i take my daughters on when my mind blocked/
Got so much on it/
Not

to the moon
Fresh off the rocket
Landed with a boom
Now I'm here
I'm dustin off my shoes
Make an impact 
Front page of the news 
Foot prints all the way from

Hop right, into this, let's go
Ayy
It's T Ja print all on her hoodie
Got two hands and they both for the goodies
Whole lotta men, like to diss my

A gift was exchanged as an
Image of them
Pure light emitted from its heart

After a relocation happened
It continued
Small synchronicities began
A three

line, but I still advanced to next, heh
Niggas big headed, but small minded
Need to keep peace, I been reaching, so how did y'all find it
In this this

DICK and bubble gum for a trick BITCH
Fresh out of gum so work your gums
Make me cum and bust on these BITCH NIGGA’S
Hair trigger with no finger prints

Verse 1:
No prollys, young nigga moves bodied
Well traveled, small circle, no copies
cfro Tina, bad mami plus body
We bump uglies, Dray gone, I'm

focused on fame
Bet when we finish they chantin and screamin our names
We left a print on the game 
Know my obsessions get strange 
But I just can't take

the air for em', lookin' like an Air Jordan
Rest of y'all just small portions
Best believe I'm ballin', uh, best believe I'm ballin', uh, best believe I'm

I asked the small hand
For a sign
I begged the large hand
For a vine
There's no land in sight
The face turned
Towards my cries
And replied
I can

Long nights on the alpine meadows
Where faded memories lay wait

Foraging for the small reminders
To ignite the visions in my head

I'm on the hunt

me freak, call me clown
But it's my spirit, you can never break it down
Yes, i don't have anything, I'm a boy of small town
You can try your best but

to stay sane in my nog
A cuddly purple dinosaur wandering through the slog
I'm trying to find the paw prints but I can only connect the dots
Looking in

Empty blister packs and inner thigh rash
That lonely butterfly with half a wing
Spinning into William Morris flower print curtains
The remaining

& the fights I got involved
I was scared
I’d take a blade 
Hidden in my draws
Cause I was always small
& the violence carried on
I hated school
I rather write

Lickin everything I give her
This girl came on mission
I admit it
Yea yea I admit it
Sandlot short stop
Rock never missin
Scotty never small
Comin up big
I

this
Aye
Stay big and not small, I can't let em' get to me
Boosting my knowledge I'm getting the recipe
That fake love you come with, don't wan that

robbed small businesses
And innocent people in the street
Who were just trying to eat
It's a dog it dog world
And homies strapped up with the heat
His pops