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Gumshoe
Open up your mind you must
Listen to the man
Are you gonna let your love slip through your hands

Naps twisted into dreads hanging in your

PLEASE give it back; you ain't gettin' the ball
You'll slip in a stall and hit your fucking dick when you fall
Because you couldn't get no bitches, broke

with that step you stride in
I rep the fly shit
The best, you better recognize it
So give me the beat and let me do what I do
I'm coming through with my

handle the jealousy 
What the hell's been on my mind, I think from time to time
That if we spread a little love then maybe we'd be feelin' fine
But that's

moves just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by

i'se your little baby
And you used to tuck me in under the blanket
If i was scared you would help me with that
Cry in your room with your hand on my back

y'all want to give me dap
Like we was cool from way ba... Man, get these niggas off me
Ya'll talked me into giving a fuck less
Tryna save niggas actively

from this cray cray chick
Weed and shrooms afternoon, that's a hay day trip
We don't take, they give
Cause they know alternative have turning in
Side

Moody's Mood For Love

Juju

Delicious

2019

behave
You give me a smile and then I'm wrapped up in your magic
Music all around me
Crazy music
Music that keeps calling me so very close to you

roads covered with ice
Wheels spin on the ground like a ton of little mice
It’s suffice, though, so away I go
Leave the parking lot, slide off to the left

on my right side, pourin' some cups
My whole hood is to my left, and they ain't giving a fuck
So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow

We gettin it

Them little quarters I was grabbin
They ain't pay for shit
Real 2012 niggas wasn't playin my shit
Dropped pound cake
Niggas breakin up

in my friends mums basement tryna get by
Tryna get high 

Its so cold in this furnace
London bridge is  burning
To whom it may concern, I'm so alone

I

tripping like the ticket
Give ya man a control
I'm not coming home to bottles
And the Xans in a bowl
I'm alone but need no 1
Cuz party''ll be no fun
I'm

mic's and throw hands like MJ doing the Thriller
Just do it like Nike try me
Turn this to a movie like Spike Lee
I be sippin' on a drink like spiked tea

damn these guys want me
Dead right now man it ain't even funny
Cause they treat me like a little bunny hey be my buddy
Oh the day is sunny but the next

I know we fucked up in the past who hasn't
Healing time with scars and a little bit of magic
Dealing with my problems like a man I manage
A lot up in

Nigga I'm dumb high
So come by my high will keep you far away
In other words my range is Tim Hardaway
Your little blunts do not scare us
The way I smoke

Alright now man, alright now, you've been doing this for a while and let's be honest, you ain't really get nowhere, okay
Understand me, you got

wanna know
It’s funny when you speak the truth they can’t comprehend
And since they feel like they’re the man they can’t shake your hand
Like they got

make! One little white
   spark of light!
 Hair woven hands
  Penelope seaboat
  smeller Courtiers in
    Telemachus sguise
    dropedary dropedary

flirted 
Took em both to the crib now they mans is nervous ugh
Lemme me start off by saying it's D-Beezy Baby
I'm so sick I heard the beat and I

bullied the police back when I was 26
Now they actin like I stay selling dope still
Man I paid for that I spent some time on coffield
J four workin laundry

warning,
and you will be executed if you say anything that might hurt someone's feelings
Causing offence is punishable by death
Enjoy your lesson and have