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my part
But don't take this song to the heart
Cause they not gon call me the shit
I might take my dub and just dip
Its no use in doing the back

this gas it's so potent (Smoke)
Surrounded by bitches, still lonley (Yeah)
Look in my eyes you can see my heart broken
As we get further away this shit

through
All the moments we choose
But the music played on
To a jaded 'our song'
Labelled me as so dumb
What's the meaning of strong?
Driving in the night,

You can't judge a book by its cover every time
You got to try life, don't see how you gonna die
2020 taught everybody including you and me
If it

the devil's leash on me growing like grass
Humping on chicks who didn't take notice of me until I
Circumcised my, to be called by
Evolved to dope (Dope as fuck)

I don't make fire anymore
All this old shit makes me bored

As a matter of fact
I been out for the road
You getting mad
Saying I can't make amends
By

catchin on to the clues
Woah

And I don't really care if it's my doom
Only missed by a few
But Music helps you bloom
And I'll bloom
regardless of what you

For the Record

Shyne

Godfather Buried Alive

2004

slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights

[Verse 2]
You

What Child Is This
Original Melody: Greensleves
Lyrics by William C. Dix
Additional Music & Lyrics by Peter Link

What Child is this who, laid

promise you, we are not the same
Yeah, yeah, ayy
I put my soul in this music shit
Got a problem with mediocre, they used it
But I'm getting used to it

the devil’s leash on me growing like grass
Humping on chicks who didn’t take notice of me until I
Circumcised my, to be called by
Evolved to dope (dope as fuck)

Get It Going nigga
Get It Going
Get It Going nigga
Get It Going
Get It Going Nigga

Ian write a song in a minute
All this shit be off the head
Word

sleeping on us Make you wake up to the signs
The superior designs redefined You can't measure heart, so x-nay your x-ray
Let's play, I'm from NAP, he come

left alone, cause my way is missing
Hasta luego away with the kid
Dreams in the making it's taking a bit
Too much to balance retained by a pinch
So then

to the ears and the mind when I waged a war on them hearts with my music, best believe cuz I'm

OG from the top, I just skipped my pubescence
I came here

Apparently didn't give a fuck about your seatbelt
You gave yourself up for me
That breaks my fucking heart and I just let that be
Somehow treated you the way I

Gypsy
Words and music © 2012 by Carlton Lynn Jr


I’m a Gypsy on the wind, and I’m lookin’ back to where I’ve been
But they say you can never go

microphone
Hope you stand
By my side whether right
Or wrong

U gon feel every letter
Imma write today
But this pain here forever
Uan hear my music
How I bring

a loop
No emotions
Mind just locked in a cruise
Only things that keep me sane are her smile and the troop
Say the music be ma route to escaping ma truth

the thought
That the music always gotta come from the heart
Cause it can come from the soul, it can come from the whole
You can feel your head bobbing

own music
To pursuit
A form of happiness
To say sometimes
I feel stopping
Wouldn't be inaccurate
But told myself
To keep on going
Pride will think
My

The duality, don't push him to the edge of the balcony
I'm hangin' by a thread that I tied when I wanted out of me
Been sick of the same old songs, same shit go

I used to wanna write a song that people would like
Talk about it everyday and every night
I used to want the people to give it the hype
So by

number, yeah, you know we finna link But I'm, I'm on space, and I'm on my mind
Yeah, just that two-toned drip is by my side Yeah, she want Chanel, she don't