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feeling, a headache
Now tell me why the let me
I never feel the same I
Walk around with different settings
By giving him a call I'm
Ordering my own beheading

a laughing ting cos they see man's whip which car is this

Wind this down let me rass it in
Spill this juice no carton drink
Private call me nah answer it
It's

That's why
Imma do this shit all by my fucking lonely
I never needed nobody to try and come console me
Niggas phony they gone hoe me then call me homie

Mom I never ignored your calls
I was just busy
Broken lights on the highway and it's hard to stir
Closed eyes on the road like nobody's there
Niggas

we right by that trash can , yeah

Work in the trash bags
Shooters posted like they nightstands
I'ma get all day and night, bands
Far from polite , I

give up?
Heard I'm up next then I ran that fuckin' cash up
She already know no hanging out unless I'm getting' sucked
They already know no hanging out

Date with Poverty

Metal Church

The Human Factor

1991

the telephone
It's hard enough to live my life, why don't you live your own?

I pay out money with a check, I never use the cash
Collectors closing in on me,

you
You push away try and cope it with it all by yourself
Building walls, ignoring calls in your private hell
Why can't you see that there is hope for

We got miles and miles of good farmland
Worked to dust by weary hands
Do you know who sees the fruit of it
Do you know, can you see through that

Jimmy Iovin' saying that They found the one
27 years young, Harry's youngest son
Keep it fresh Carolina blue the retro ones
Can't find another being that

fatter
And I think I'm going crazy, did somebody call me mad hatter

It's tea time, spilling all the secrets, tea time
Alice in Wonderland, sitting there

for music and performing 
I don't know that I would have the courage
To get in front of so many people and speak my mind

And that is why 
It's so

Aye my name Justin Gordon man
You can call me Justin, Detroit Gordon, I don't give a fuck
It aint bout the name 
Better Listen to this shit 
I came

nigga I got my own
Call the plug like I need me a load
They say Sue so motherfucking cold
Mama think that Im crazy, Im thrown
Aint no hoe in my

phones what you need shorty
I got what you need shorty I got what you want too
And by any means baby imma get that fuckin loot
Why you actin like you

No denying the fly in's they call me pilot
Auditions did commercials now we flying in private
Y'all hating from the ground
Might as well stay silent

to a place deep inside or up above

I don't hear them on my FM radio
I don't know why they all had to go
My father would call it a shame
TheThe country doesn't

I'm fast becoming known for my bad reputation
They call me "liar", just adds to my bad reputation
Why do people insist on using their born social

Lil Ghetto Kid

Shy Glizzy

Aloha

2019

with fentanyl
Don't know what they giving y'all, just know that it's getting off
Waiting on my wrist to thaw, you waiting on your bitch to call
Soon

creativity that shit's expansive
I be flying by the seat of my pants, but niggas be thinking I planned it
Stranded I don't need home field advantage
See I

8. Give you my last, like I work at the charity store 
9. Try a finance, while I can I don't understand 
10. Why people rather do it themselves,

tailored by Tianna/ I shine bright like a diamond like I'm with Rihanna / her silk pajamas make it easier to rub her/ massage her back and butt now I think I

And I got the ice Aiyee
Stop all the fake interactions 
Call them a hat trick 'cus they lie in threes
I know something bout attachment
Me and the cash

that evil can't touch me
It all started back home
In the motherland
Red, Gold, Green, Black Star
You don't understand!
Royal Blood so I'm livin' so godly