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give a fuck about nothing this Mr. Stack-O's
When I make it big they gon' wanna say I'm wacko
But my whole life was living inside of this camo
Cuhz I

shop at Mr. Price my neck on Häagen-Dazs
I just stopped by at your party it was not a vibe
Bitch took something in my Benz but it was not a drive
She's

too many nights
if I can't get it wrong at least get it right
my heart surrounded by I shield
I look inside my fate is sealed
wheels within wheels

been up late that slow grindin in my history
Bullets flyin by up in the streets it’s gettin blistery
I was tryna work that work, no missy misdemean
Now

I've been working on me, practicing patience
Don't worry 'bout time I'm just glad that you made it
I'll always have love for the place I was raised

of the spirit?
Truth comes we can't hear it when
You've been programmed to fear it
I had a vision I was falling in indecision
Appalling, calling religious

yea yea) 
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh) 
That's like my brother, lucky mothers 
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)

here
I gotta get away from her

What the fortune teller said
Is I'm alive for now but good as dead
She claims she'd seen it all while she was

shit think she do it fir a living
She a real freak hoe she a lil ratchet from the city
I just turned the spot to a strip club feel like rack city
Yea I

grah, shootin' out the Hummer today
I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumping today, yeah
One bad move, I'ma dump at his face
Keep the toolie by my

and sporks
I was the dog breathless chasing
The car up the street
If I ever catch it I'll panic
That's the flaw in me
Nothing glamorous about growing up
Poor

like a legend
I'm smokin' on the kush, you could tell by how it's smellin'
Say she got a curfew, gotta be home by eleven
If I roll up all this weed

early but I was late
Maybe the universe made it fate
Seeing you in the halls, can't hold your hand no more
I was writing love songs now I'm crying on my

I'll tell you a story
About a grenade who
Had nothing to worry
'Bout nothing to claim to
And when it was pouring
It sat in the rain to
Deliver it's

Blue Eyed Soul
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

Paper planes and pink champagne, is any of it real? 
I'm lost inside a vision of things I never feel

by your side

You won't need them boots or the furs
Give it to you proper, yes sir
Stay the night, baby here's a shirt
(I just need you next

hoes first, gotta put a dollar first
I just bought a Wraith with nothin' but show money
Got rich by playin' my cards right
She suckin' it under

Lamenting of remorse.

It is not gimmicky perceived,
I spilled it to be relieved.
Wanna twist the plot,
But I'm not the poet.

I was hired and then fired
By

only want top, I don't need sex
And when I seen a brick it was summer of 06
I flooded out the Rollie now I look like the ocean
Police hurry up and I

Do You Know How Jolly I'd Be 
I Would Gladly Trade My Bells For A Ukulele 

He Said, I Can See It Now 
The Mrs. Laying In The Sand 
Walkin' The Deer By

also just got cockblocked in Minecraft
Lil Culture got caught by the block cops playing hopscotch for a dime bag
But luckily Lil Culture was equipped

Have you met Mr Plutonium? The weirdest guy around
He lives in a house made of old transistors yet it doesn't make a sound
Nobody knows how he got

that I could go home

Met a girl, made her his Mrs.
She left him hanging high and dry
Without a job there’s much she misses
So it was time to say goodbye

Hate is easily won
But it's rarely deserved
By the underserved
My fate, from day number one
Was the hated son
The worthless one
And I owned it
I