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Salutations and welcome to 'Missed Connections'
An album by COMR and random people they found on Craigslist
Before we get started
I've been told not

No writers block words come To me abundantly
New albums drop with that Same old redundancy
I can flop as myself fake ain't Fun 2 me
Back in the day

around by haters call me pizza dough
I don’t got no time
Flexin with these rhymes
On my way to Hollywood catch a thousand dimes
Champion looking fly
I

to say

I used to have dreams of adventure
The road looked so wide back in high-school
But I was frightened by my own desire
And I lost my way
I lost my

around my ankles
I spank her with 20 Glizzys on
She don't know what hit her dog
Thunderstruck by stardom
Thundercat, aux cord
She bussing back long strokes

keji cus i aint cap
Ọmọ Lẹyìn Jésù do this one with Timmy Black
If you pay attention wa mọ p'olagbara 
I'm back from foreign now I wanna do local things

all alone by myself (bitch)
Smoke up for the fuck of it to get through hell (what the fuck, bitch)
So many times I break shit cos I don't care
Express

man freedom of speech
Even though the game ghetts hard
I'll still bar christ on the pitch
I'm a rebel with a cause
You can see the love in my contacts

when I drop projects
They tails is tucked
The album is on the speakers of bitches I used to fuck
Now I'm getting threatened by niggas I used to trust
My

find my sweet escape
Got a cd in a case wit adhesive tape
It's gonna be a dope album by the time I return
And until that occurs, you can sit and observe

relevant again,
Whatever that means

And I walk back across myself
At least I know myself well

I miss my favourite albums
I miss mountains already
Remember

relevant again
Whatever that means

And I walk back across myself
At least I know myself well

I miss my favourite albums
I miss mountains already
Remember

the gamble
Mix a whole sample and never put it on the album
I was in shambles until I made this banger
Hey, Connor
I know it's been a lot
We just want you

station
I'm just learning by osmosis
Took my lyrics from psychosis kicks
I can't tell you what it means and I'm the one that wrote it bitch
Stand tall with

This album is dedicated to my mother. (Thank you)

Morph north towards your doors...

Lay into the chords now as I tell you how I feel
Sharpening my

that I align with
Hate when niggas gotta move so indecisive
I don’t really understand what put me on the other side
These niggas spend they time by

Turned the condo to a tree house
Way too many b****** in this b****,
I hadda re count
But i go back to the hood to play with pots n pans
Album done if

by the minute I just like the way it goes
Working out I'm doing pull ups with these Lamborghini doors
And I feel like I've had dreams of killing me

don't talk to guys she don't know
I say if you want to take it back to the old school i go talk to your father
And get to see you with a chaperon of his

rollin like a stone exploding Voting for people whos loaded
Cocked back and then reloaded i wrote it That the people note it to follow and Swallow these

the Lakers game while I'm eatin' Chinese
A couple album sales, now I'm touchin' overseas
Could've been a doctor, rather be a P
Shit been slow motion, yeah,

to pull us back
And then is guy calls, 'We got lazy like before'
He said, 'Get the job done by November'

Yeah! Welcome to the fest
'Coz, no one came

you're not with me
I can't talk can't breathe
I'm awkward as can be
Spent another night by myself in the basement
Tryna plan this album out got me pacing

low working on my album
Main hoe wanna touch the Rari
The fuck is you talking bout I don't got no Rari
It make em rage like playboi carti
I be gettin