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I think i found salvation in you
Thanks for the days that are always blue
Brown eyes that speak the truth
Well my boy, you know i've fallen through

But she gone snip when she snap
And ooo my sweet browns
I ain't got time for that

(Listen) listen hear real quick
I'm gettin in the mix
I'm goin for

control it
Time stops on your steps
Time flows when your head turns on your neck and
You push the air with brown long hair from one side to us
Everything

1st verse
My bro. Hakeem has low self esteem.
All day he would sit in his room and day dream.
Staring out the window watching life pass by.
I would

It's that time again
It's that time again
It's that time again
When I catch the feels
See my soul is wrenched
But I know my heart is real
I've got

you choose
Stakes up for nothing, you lose
Cross your arms, pull a pout
Shine by the two's and fuck you
Also

Righteous enigmatic sketches tell

yo living room, put the stick down yo chimney

You a test subject in the lab, like a guinea

When that money hit my bank I do tha shoulder shimmy

Skin is brown yet they say I'm gringo
See me carry this track like a burro
Hasme caso, dale duro
Leave it up to me, no me quejo
Ponte trucha, no pendejo

rock smoke out the booth by the back door
cnd when its all said and done my mans got nothing, not even a fuck he don't give one
Like Jay, what more can I

Ridgecreek Blues
Written by Jenny Brown
Feat. Keisha Whittier

(Verse 1)
Stole My Heart
When I was young
Hung on every word you said
Should have read

When in walked the innocent
You could see his brown eyes beg
With satchels of white powder
Laced up and down his leg

#CHORUS
What's he doing in Bangkok?

Excuse me
It's recording?
(Said it's the real)
(Hip hop)
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Look
Another night, I'm consumed by the rage and the pains
Of a nigga bout

So like, there was this guy right?
He was not a small dude
One could say he was a pretty big guy
And he was wandering through the desert (Arizona)

work talk
You niggaz popping bottles, let’s have a glass talk
Quit claiming U on d high U know U not that tall 
Wo n pemi butter wo n judge by ma pink

E
Fly so high just like I kite
Remember when we rode them bikes
Now you in a better place
I see niggas getting laced
Every time I say stay safe
Cause

your older
People around me used to say they wished for love
I don't know why they'd wish for something they cannot even define

Months go by and I still

with her wig off
When she makeup it's fake but huh
I tell her sit tall
She gets me piston
She's piss off
I'm on my ben wall
Couple minutes pass by
I

Pull up to your place
You sit in your room
By your lonely everyday
Say , "so why you never text back"
Girl stop, you know i ain't no good at that
Just

First thought is that money when i hear that phone chirp
Bitch don't hit my flip phone. Heard your ass done flip flopped
If you want your head in tact

When I lay down at night, my imagination runs Picturing us together, your smile bright as the sun
The way you make me smile, looking at me with those

Summer nights and winter days
The seasons changed but we both stayed
The leaves turned brown and fell away
I never thought it'd end this way
You

Microphone check, uno dos, uno dos
Greatness, voted most likely to overdose
Overboard with the flow
Haters say I'm overrated
I ain't overrated, baby,

I've been  writing our history
Back then was a Mistry
Back In the days I was blind with my sun glasses I see the sun by 6
Wombolobo wombolobo
Every

fentanyl
Remember I was a sophomore when they drop them 120s off
I aint even finish College sellin pills I been a boss
Downtown  Burbank, 50 Norcos Chillin