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Take your side, cuz i'm alright
I hope you noticed

Fuck the ops sayin' bitch to me
Low and murky how my vision be
Low and murky if you come for me
Sting

shit, eat ass just to please her
Me, I don't, neither
Got wet hoes by the liter
She say just to measure me
She gonna use some meters
But I ain't talkin'

spent looking
At the ceiling while the day goes by outside
There's not a tear in my eye 'cause they dried up
Just like the fire, now I'm empty and cold

bands from that last play
I'ma need it on my line by this ash tray
Before the J go n' , hit this ass tray
If we bout to roll another, never last place
I'm

A million miles away from you, 
I wondered if you’d see me

Open up the door, I can feel you
Grasping on the memory of me

We’d spin around a time

I leave you
Never will I forsake you

2
Sometimes its foggy
Sometimes its rainy
Sometimes I don't
How I should go
If I come to a closed gate

there
But I'm still reaching for some reason

Teach me to navigate the stars
And use the wind to guide my way
If night and nature are my only hinderance

a little bit late.
He got stuck at the laundromat washing his cape.”
She’s just watching the clouds roll by and they spell her name
Like Lois Lane
And she

it simple, not a simpleton. I change the mental to a mental friend

Situation changing by the sense of it. Got to move
Got a lot to give. Got a lot

Snaked by family too
It's on the chin, shyt cool
Karma it's coming to you
I had to Long Jump Hurdle
Every lil obstacle
Ion know too many thorough
If you my

FADING

one by one
very slowly
everyone
is fading
this is hell
I'm suffering
farewell
I'm fading

I don't want to fall
I just want to rise rise rise

Niggas pussy, all them hidden on them computers (Twitter fingers!)
But, I blow the coochie out like bass does to subwoofers (yeah, yeah)
And if you acting

four/blood on mine Fendi that a plus

Mandem talk to me
Mandem say my life his a lost
I was very low but still I put my hope on God blinded by is  grace
And I

to lies by the press
I've built an immunity
Movies, novels, and music
I work like it's two of me
Writing this song in first-class on
My way to LA on the lay

(Gone)
Double the pot with the magic (Huh?)
Take the profit and we stash it (Stash it)
If you owe me, then I'm taxing (Tax)
My UK niggas got a pattern

thought I really did
Think you were the one
Man, Fuck this life I'm ready to be done
Had many heartbreaks yeah I had a ton

Excuse I can't help it if I look

you don't you

Baby, are you safe out there by yourself?
Cause if you're not
I'll come out there and rescue you myself
I know that I've been down

open
Been around the world but the
Roads lead back to you
And if it's zero gravity I’m still
Pulled right back to you

Nothing’s impossible with a
Love

stop chilling at the store
Aye, stop chilling at the store
I heard you on your menstrual
I heard you got whipped by
A bitch like a pistol
I heard they

pissed in
In the booth
I'm brawling to be like the Pistons
Only smoke flight
You can't hit if you ain't pitched in!
And bitch stop talking
Let

you to love me

I can make you love me by fucking you hard
Bitch wouldn’t date me if I didn’t have cars
But you can get fuck get out
And leave me

With no dough, I lamp i shine, no doors
I'm out, no doors don't slang, no birds
No dodos, the demons
Want my soul, if you stress
When you broke, you

The country is a problem of the people
By the people
For the people
And the small good
Dey in hands of them few
The leaders them ah take chance of the people

children we dance
But still afraid to speak our voice
We're walking on a thread
Between the comfort and the dread
I'm deafened by the crushing sound