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I don't wanna be twenty-something and still in my head about
Seventeen in my bedroom talking
You said that by now we'd paint the walls of our shared

by the billions Who cares about another
Atapuerca, Sima de los Huesos
Atapuerca, what will be left of us
Taking, raping, ravaging the planet
There'll

there’s no turning back
No longer the man I was, taking off the mask
Acting like a wolf but I’m just a rat

Take me back to older days
Cause I’m afraid I’ll

the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight
Wild horses rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight
Five weeks out to sea,

in the sticks
Yeah
Different whips still getting followed by CIDs
Yeah
Bro ain't a merchant but he's delivering bricks
And I was all broke back then

Go Gently 

Well, I got a job conducting exit interviews.
Yeah, suicide’s privatized since twenty seventy two.
I’m a hundred years old ‘cause our

to skate by

You have no clearly defined work ethic, and you bounce from one flash hobby to the next as soon as you start to lose interest, avoiding anything

Said that I'm back in again
Know that we better as friends
Cause I'm here today but I'm gone by tomorrow
Baby don't know when I'm drowning my sorrows

Loyal like a dog so please don't test it
One hundred and twenty eight pills couldn't put me down
I'd probably try again if i lived by myself
So I'm

Homicide on a knife at twenty four
I spun back on western's rare breed road
Disciples with bulletproof cars with Western Road flows
Talking to Aubrey became

Title: Andreyko The Prophet
Words & Music by: Michael G. Ronstadt

She wrote a letter, to a man and his better
Half of the banter lifted layers

was twenty two

His girl up and left him once she realized she'd come too late to break his heart Ain't it funny how the people that you love always end

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch I'm 20 (woah)
Woo
Ain't that something yeah
Two decades and I'm still stunting
Can't slow down no I'm still running
You say you

laying track by track
Make a statement make a movement help the people relax
Aint going nowhere Monarchs on the map
Aint no turning back for me never ever

taking you with me

born in ninety five
but by twenty seventeen you were broken inside
but somehow you still shine bright
so anywhere I go I'm taking you

yeah 
Road running Monday Sunday
Fly to London, pussy sunny nigga yeah yeah 
Like it fat, JJ Fad make it clap bring it back baby yeah yeah
I got that

yeah 
Road running Monday Sunday
Fly to London, pussy sunny nigga yeah yeah
Like it fat, JJ Fad make it clap bring it back baby yeah yeah
I got that ughh

Of bounds he's getting fried
Taking trips out of town, getting high
Get caught with these pounds, I'm doing life
Gotta' do what we do to get by
Street nigga,

in motion
Growing up, broke, was not option
Told shawty grab my scale
She like Drake, back at it again

Got all these bags inside the room
Exotic

and titties in my face lord forgive me
Now back to this Henny, gone

You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceous, I like my

Look at these kicks, they're gleaming white
Euro whip that's speeding nice
I been on track since 2-0 Bruno
Hublot you throw, don't it fly
Man's gotta

fought the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the fire light
Wild horses rode high, as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight
Five weeks

holds me back, 
Well I just pounce on their mistakes.
When they see that number 3,
With Lando by my side,
Well they know their race is over
So they take

and Sundays are rough 
But I'll be fifty by noon

Cause these days its just all about trends
You wouldn't need any family or want any friends
If your Tik Tok