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marked
Red dot I keep attachments
Fates sealed
No curse mark
My galicgun be blasting
I buy up the pound
I smoke it down and buy another one
She shaking dat

your own mental and your own elevated thunks
If I'm with the squad we smell like a bunch a skunks
Rose seed
Growth spurts
Wholesome messages
IQ
Like you

America

Mac Miller

Macadelic

2012

I'm, in a room filled with holographic images
Path is limitless, death, well that's ridiculous
I'm a live forever, cause a legend never die
See

The Mic

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

locked up
My aunt came and got me and steadied the block
We bounce to the yeti and I'm ready to rock
With no attachments feelin a little loose
Blowin

Know That

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides

1999

ain't that accurate
I give it up to God, all that, love and attachment, get
Scary well-prepared with the shears when it get hairy
Like how these niggas

What does it take to get a message to you
On this dodgy wifi
The soap won't foam and the air sits still despite the
Air condition whine
The only place I

tactics
Use your own mental and your own elevated thunks
If I'm with the squad we smell like a bunch a skunks

Rose seed
Growth spurts
Wholesome messages
IQ

chips, Frito Lays, chips
Frito Lay he got soap in his eye
I bet his bitch ass cry
Swag orange like a pumpkin pie
At the club with my guys, ayy
Hit

to learn about dying concern turn to siding with niggas eternally resting
Okay my pops was selling dope
Walk in the spot the smell of soap
Always knew don't

shit is just attachment
Imma give you all your space you leave me in the past tense
Sadness that's what I'm having
You don't fuck with me for real you

you
All your ex's in the rear view
Independent girl it fits you
With attachment comes the issues
Just be forward, keep it simple
Shawty bad to the bone,

Rules & Regulations

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
"Forty, there go

in a trance
Lord I pray that I don't lose my sense too
Way back to when my raps was just thoughts that was in my mental
Now I'm with my crew, spitting

She gets up
Full of hope
Says her prayers
Takes a shower with soap
And I don't know
Where she will go

Eats her meal
On the kitchen floor
Feeds

give a fuck about your family at the gathering
I was in the tub with the French soap, lathering
Probably in the McLaren riding up Madison
Ha, this

the world with my message
Can't fuck on hoes I don't mess with
Dependence creating attachments
Maybe she'll be happier
With no one to depend upon
She knows

vest
Message from my gun plug attachments coming with the techs
Thinking he a big dog send that nigga to the vet
Pull up where you strap at he left it

feel 'bout you
I'm single (yeah), and I ain't lookin' for love
But you's a real woman (yeah)
And, girl, I'm down to have fun with no attachments

on the trigger, bandana 'round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'Gnac (blah)

I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message (yeah)

F*** a lil cribo I need me a palace
I stay up all night writing passages
She sent me a message, it came with attachments
I told her don't get too

for everybody, just if the sizes fit you
Ima leave that private message, I really hope it fix u
They say you’ll know real love, but some come with

be talking on it
Man, I'm feeling homeless with the room to spare
Should I dare myself to send a message
Do I care about my mental health to double

The same energy be match

Arguing messages
All in my phone
Pressin me messy
You never be gone
Steady undressing
Attachments I own
Stead of you stressin
Me

appearing visibly intoxicated by patterns of attachment
obsessed with personality
Is it dangerous to find oneself that entertaining
The exchange