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Why the fuck did you leave me

I can't stand that  shit

Stand by
Stand by
I've been waiting for you
To come and save me
Cause I
Went ahead and saved

all that shit when I was nothing so I'm hanging up
When I got my first check I felt like the man
Now I wanna do some shows for like 20 bands
I wanna

She talk with her eyes
She want me to smash
Booty like The Stallion
She been on her cash shit
She just want to ride
Something like equestrian
We just

I woke up in the dark
Having dreamt I was in pursuit
Piling on the circular talk
Just like I used to do
I suppose this is serious love
The kind that

playing games i'm no joker like Heath Ledger's act
I got vision like twenty twenty gone break out like twenty twenty
I'm twenty with plenty vision that's

I told y'all that they knew what's up (what's up)
Walk with a wobble, I got Talibans
My pockets 'bout to bust (brrr)

Ayy, fuck that shit, get

Is you tryna talk
Tell me bout the feelings that you had
Hold up is - is it bout the feelings that you have
Young nigga spitting all that shit in

Shoot Down The Stars

Gym Class Heroes

As Cruel as School Children

2006

'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way
A sad day for aspiring artists
Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle
Diggin'

20...20 vision
here we come
be prepared for this shit if not you should run
you look at everything I said, thought Im done
but i still got shit to do

Yeah don't call my phone
Yeah don't call my phone like you really wanna talk
I've been running laps it got hard for me to walk
Tell me that you love

Ain't sleepin' on you
Heard your track and now I'm snoring
Talk about the game
But you stay rappin' boring
Pull up in that Benz
I pull up in that

My niggas is bitches they switchin up
I talk about facts they talk fictional
Was trappin the xanz wit the fentanyl
One person OD now the feds

This some Anbu Black Opps shit
Know what I'm sayin
It's Lil biscuit in this bih
Turn my shit down like 20 db's
Coconut rum Lil orange juice

Pack Up

Lyrics Born

Later That Day...

2003

actually had to have lyrics that rhyme
Let my baritone grind your insides, paralyse your cerebellum
Throw with your reality out of a nine mit?
Flip shit

Makin' 'em last forever
Who would've known
That when we were older
We'd only half remember
Taking its toll
I'll still make it home
By the twenty

talk paper
Yeah Yeah
Act like you can't tell by the pinky ring (Yeah yeah)
Act like you can't tell by the diamond chain
That we been wishing well from

roles I'm playing
Can't keep up with this shit I'm saying
Every single thing in my life is so fake
Despise every second that I'm awake
Despise every

making all these hits
Selling shows fancy clothes and this shit ain't fuckin gifted
I got your hoe on my phone and she wanna get some dick in
Twenty

by the feds
But shoutout
The horses, the stallions,
And the megs
Don't let that bit bit control Yo fucking head
Don't let that bit bit control Yo

David, it's another one, come on)
And when you talk like that, you know you're really tempting me
But I got a girl at home who'll do the same for me

Drop the addy bitch
Yous a scrub
And we laughing bitch
Where ya hoe 
She wit daddy bitch
She talk crazy 
That's a sassy bitch 
She a freak 
Yeah a nasty

the streets oh you mean woodridge
I can tell in high school you was the shit
The type to laugh and get picking on all the kids
Now you twenty-five with

said 'Mhmm Mhmm'
You know that she stay by my side
Run up on us, you get hit with the fye
I don't even try, put the gun down and you'll still leave with

I ain't a dreamer that shit is just fated
Pull on your block put a hole in a peon
Fuckin' your bitch in the back of the Neon
You 20, I lived for a eon