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believe I cannot fit in
The thorns have made their bruises
I even had some big dreams
It's time to say goodbye
To the flow, to the rhythm
Maybe I will never

still I take the hate yeah
At times I can’t talk
At these times I run away
My mother's tryna to talk me down to stay
No I can’t find my shoes
None fit me

the shit
Check out the shoes they matching he fit
Balmain jeans you could tell by the stitch
Look in his eyes you can tell he a bitch
Won't cuff yeah i nail

other feet are jealous they don't have a baby
Way too many years I never had the cash
To buy me some new kicks and high fashion
I kinda like it baggy

so crazy
I'm smoking this shit and sippin this shit like an addict
I'm on another planet
Trynna cop me a Patek
Trynna kick my smoking habit
Trynna fit

want it all you can have it
I ant tryna cause damage
By the way I move
Bitch I'm the dude
I ant tryna be rude
But I gotta alotta do
Then waist it on you

gymnast
Who the cap fit wear it niggas getting checked
Cause ignorance can kill its bad for your health
No sniper gang but my homies move with stealth
You

notes they a secret 
Shhh
Accomplish achievements I banish the weakness I feel like a Pharaoh in Egypt 
Rich
I grab me a leaflet my bars have been

can't fit inside my shoes
Had to hustle from the bottom
Had to work for what I got
So if I ain't getting mine, then somebody getting *gunshots*
Started

now
In the ground buried by pain
Losing my life now
Falling ashes
Falling embers
Burning myself down
Have you ever wanted to give up
They say you crying

to walk I aint waste no time with the bag had to run with it
She know I'mthe realest so she bend it over and I get behind and have fun with it
Okay It's

in a mosh pit
Skeletons don't fit my closet

Rundat bitch back told you
Coming for bags, told you
Counting K stacks, told you
Getting my cash told you

Don't preach
Check it, yo, now we have on our mic its Mr. Motherfucking E
He talks all that smack, but let's see what he really does on that fucking

have these rats in my life
Gotta let em know that the cat doesnt bite
My music is 2 feet away from being kubrick
I m too pysched i m too sick and tired

The Little Drummer Boy

Phil Heywood

Ye Old Wooden Guitar Christmas

1997

a poor boy too, pa-rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring pa-rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give our King pa- rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum

Little Drummer Boy

Acousticsol

All Aglow

2004

a poor boy too, pa-rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring pa-rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give our King pa- rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum

a poor boy too, pa-rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring pa-rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give our King pa- rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum

invite with ya
Cause coming up you gone see new faces in pictures
You gone have to face em
Then place them where they fit at
Fuck the other niggas who cant

s'oke

k'awon omoge wamiwale kan wa bami loke

we need money everyday so we have to hustle

t'obalowo lowo chickala no want to cuddle

we dey hustle

A nine to five can't fit all this talent
I stretch out my nights cause my dreams are what I'm eyeing
They keep my gaze more than my wedding ring

them Discord chats, you'll go pear
Then you'll have to write a diss track that'll go nowhere
You don't belong here
Baddest bitch
Of Stan Twitter
Getting

all black
Plus the outside and the inside all match (match)
Got a big ol' trunk, I could fit a whole body
Fuck around it's a wrap (wrap)
I just got that

Paralyzed while i sleep this is a crazy one

Voices in my head have conversations with all of em but still some how wind up feeling alone
Wanna climb

was fucking with you 
He ain't mention it
Guess I have that kind of nonnie, he forgetting little miss
You see what happens when you fucking with a Queen