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Why can't he give her his love, no more again?
Tears on her face and the dove, she cries, she knows
She won't be able to fly away from him
She

Dove (I'll Be Loving You)

Moony

Original Hits: Chillout

Why can't he give her his love
No more again
Tears on her face and the dove
She cries, she knows
She won't be able to fly
Away from him
She'll

phone, Cause I'm sittin' on my ten toes
I don't know if he's friend or he's foe, These niggas be fake, cause I know
I can see through the vision I'm grown

Baby girl have faith
On a homie without a plan
the only thing he wants is you safe
Take you on a date
Take you to space
Make the waiter wait till you

on a run like I'm Brady and Belichick
Paying my dues while you're late on the rent again
May be too soon but I say I'm best at it
Wearing all black like

Baby girl have faith
On a homie without a plan
The only thing he wants is you safe
Take you on a date
Take you to space
Make the waiter wait till you

I think this is about that
Time we ride out again
We gon' hop on this 101, take it to the 110
Wrap it around to the 10
Exit Crenshaw, maybe exit

bro, you need a cup
Until my glass runneth over, fill it up
Student of the game
The kid is just legally a minor
Off the brain crazy he’s a beat rhymer

The Glory

Flatbush Zombies

Vacation in Hell

2018

You see us as winners, when do we ever win?
When am I even good enough? Acknowledge your friends
Sometimes things get broken and we argue again

immerse
Hold up watch it disperse visions of Biggie
Big L and 2Pac just looking at me (Biggie)
From the gates of Heaven while
The police booking at me
Open

I'm heavy in the fall
Prezi cost a whole brick of raw
You never been involved jewelry in the vault
Clearly he a boss, You see it in his walk
Diamond

do
Pick up the phone
Let me call heyzus
Nah
I don't want to be another
Trap star
Plus jail time eat ya life up
My god
Been there done that not again
So

Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really

a crime scene
Smiling so I look nice, they don't know I rhyme mean
Nigga I was piss poor, whippin' up that Ramen
Got it out the mud I saw the vision like

Time that I spend
In my room alone in my mind
The vision I see in the hills with a house and a view of the city behind
Clear as can be, I'll stay in

all the shit they been in
They got it twisted again
Be gettin lit wit the fam
Drinking water out the faucet kuz we bought to much Gin
And by the morning

on high in the function
Prolly why I hate doing club shit
Prolly why bro hate the thug shit
He don't know a thing about anything else so he loves this

us all then rose again 3 days later

My problem is I just wanna perfect every song
Try to fix everything wrong
But then when it comes to my life I let

cherish torture
Protect ya neck neck when you view me
Ain't nobody gonna get defended by Dewey
Deputy Dufus, I'm reckless and ruthless
I dissect humans like

out but i guess i didn't now, just got off the phone with my bro and he say he got the same idea i had a year ago (that's funny right)
It's funny how

want me six feet under the ground, they got me grounded
You asked me, "How was Michael in the booth? Do you know how he sounded?" (Yeah)
You could ask

talk from a broke adolescent with bigger eyes
But turned richer from how he listened when sitting by
Like this shit is whatever if ever you hit

Million colors
Million reasons to give up the hope
And million wannabe ballers
Homies, with the same vision as me
Those who ain't afraid of heights

ignorant
Man I always keep an eye out
You ain't fuckin with the vision
Brain storm
I bring the thunder
And the lightning to these bitches
Dog ain't none