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time
Might as well be sittin' on the john
And have time slip right through your hands
Down the drain
In no time...

When we talk about the sands of time

a little sheep
Pulled up in the rapture
Gotten myself in too deep
Count my contribution
To your fragile mental state
There's no substitution
For the chaos

scatter location
Omolomo done scatter location 


Hear the sound
This kind sound go make you move your body up and down
Hear the sound
This kind sound go

good times
So I fight it with Xanax & the runts & it's all white
Then I pour up cause I'm in love with the lean in the sprite
But bae I love you more

all hustlers
Nigga looking for a come up He a cruddy mf
Watch out for ya brova
Don’t believe them games
Fake as a disease COVID 19 these lames
In

Or at least that’s the way it seems
I apologize for staring
You know I’m up to no good
But understood I am learning to
I’ll do better next time
Trust in me
I’ll

time we taking off ain't no comin down where we came from
I disregard what the fuck they be sayin
Life is so good I'm not one for complaining
Get

clap
Hit it from the back yeah

I'm the rookie of the year, I put it in her rear
Grabbed her by the hair, made her say yeah
Came really fast and I really

Cut it close but this aint no disaster
It's all tied up with what comes after
I don't think you understand

Sometimes I'm locked in a loop
Lookin all

had more than we thought
When my cousins came to stay

In the summer we drove down to meet the trolley car
It came in from Pawtucket, it wasn't awfully

Hey honeybee, you know you drip so sweet
Betcha taste good from your head down to the soles of your feet
I been prayin' that you pick me when you

the heart by like a hundred bees
It feels like I've been waiting like a century
I remember back then in elementary
I have grown up and still getting my

and had a dream like that
Damn, look where we are right now Head up in the clouds, smokin' on that loud
Damn, and we ain't comin' down Too busy livin' like

high, as high as you can dream.

(Verse 2)
Under the blue sky, white clouds drift,
We jump up and down, until our hearts feel good,
Small footsteps,

I don't got a problem with facts but you do
You ain't gone pull up hop out walk down and shoot
Tell the truth I gave niggas a home to come home to
I

home girl finna pull up with her hair down, then leave with a pony tail
She finna say that I'm toxic, I don't give a fuck, 'cause they know how I'm

Waking up early every morning
By 9 feels like noon. What the The heck am I supposed to do?  Sit here, so fearful, so Stupe 

Each day just wearing us

King Creole
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He

breathe
You say you going to sleep
I say good night
But I see you down the street at a party having the time
Of your life
What are you tryna hide
The fact

and fill the barn.
It’s a hard life - down on the farm.

Come on Daisy, you’re his little cash cow!
Time to take the bull by the horns right now.
He’s poor

start speaking up
Nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do When they settle 'neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow

shitting on me
Let's have a pity party followed by a ceremony
I used to feel so bad when I'm living life
Whenever they would say no, I would think they're

what you got on
Take it off you look better with the red on
Early in the morning trying to look right
No high or bye even a goodnight
I know you got your

King Creole
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He