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some kind of way
We can fly away on a paper plane
Find a place to lay
Pop rosé
Girl what u say

Out of sight
I'm outta love
I'm bout to call it a night

I second guess it delays the quest to a higher life
I reckon yes the effort stress will give me more to write
Im not the best but i am set to become

don't touch her
Leave her body for them tricks
That's what the game god taught me
Made a hobby out that shit

Yo shit got rough at times
But in the end

First and foremost man forget Jesus
I'm a genius that started doing calculus out my penis
Apparatus rapping with platinum status
Where adolescence

the pilot show was run
The golden touch, golden eye with the golden gun
You can weigh the options Either go and pay me homage
Or get played by the bosses

of second thoughts
But I could always kill them with a kiss
A knowing look, a careful touch

Do you remember what was said
That fear of making new mistakes

a heart attack feel the burn I got prescription

I read it in the scripture
Be humble know yo place
I'm surrounded by some glory I can't touch they say I'm

mm-hmm
Let that shit rock out for a second, uh-huh

We dippin', slidin', driftin', wildin', ambitions of a rida-da-da-da-dah
We dippin', slidin', driftin',

OF YOUR ACTIONS
THE DAY WILL COME
WHERE YOU WONT BE ABLE TO
BEG FOR REDO
UNDER A LOST LIGHT
YOU WILL BE JUDGED 
BY THE TOUCH OF DEATH

YOU'RE LOSING ALL

tryna kill and yea I can tell by his tone
I listened to that second effort and now I think really that you should've left him alone
Don't know how to joan

Make me fall in love by such a simple touch
Baby you make pretty not good enough

And baby I've been nervous but I'm tryna ask the question like would

a clue
But I don't see what you go through to be like you be like you
Or something new something new s-something new
Push it out to wherever what's this

heart's still open

I can't let you walk out of my life again
I can't let you slip away from me
Can't pretend that there's nothing wrong
When it's burning

Some Things You Never Get Used To

Diana Ross & the Supremes

Motown Chartbusters, Vol. 2

1997

Some Things You Never Get Used To
Diana Ross and the Supremes
Written and produced by Nickolas Ashford/Valerie Simpson) 

Charted for 7 weeks in

You're a slave to the fame
Shackled by the chains of the game
Big dreams of the Hollywood Hills
Big dreams of the seven figure deals
You're living

ain't gon' lie
Enough pape'll get a nigga ho hit
Pandemic money gone, niggas doin' ho shit
We don't never do no drive-bys
We do door kicks
Every day I

expression
he had possestion of a weapon that would land him bout 7
he gave the judge the information and was home by 11
but if you talking bout the gang you

times were hard

Hittin' the streets, hustlin' from dusk 'til dawn

My family was right there, right there by my side

No second thoughts ever on our

Well I've Seen the News
And I've Heard the Questions
Seems the Thing to do
Is to Keep Second Guessing
The One Who Made the Earth and Sky
I Guess It's

kakashi

Nah

Ya’ll ain’t even in the lobby

One touch make you fade away

Bitch you rap as a hobby

Fuck the world yea I said it

All my past I regret it

The choice is only mine
Can't let the moments slip right by
Every second that we waste is truly vital
You've changed my whole perspective
I'll forever be

it the second time
That car roll by (Who that is?)
And they know they best bet is to
Hop out busting with that fire
You better not do no drive-by, we

Down by the light
The other night
I'm have myself a brew

When come along
A steamy song
Tight skirt and feathered 'do

Just swing them hips
And purse

Order It In

Mist

Diamond in the Dirt

2018

standing for it, far from falling
Man wanna act like gyal, pure Cornish
Never will forfeit
Man get mowed like the lawn did
And that's lights out
Still