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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah nah I ain't down with that bullshit
Still got some tools in this toolkit
Trying to drive by on this highway
Keep left

up with trust then use the scope
Stand up then you'll touch your toes
Fill up the rest the danger zone
Said this is a finger roll
I'm ballin' while you

I'm tIred of bullshIt
You can tell by the way that I talk
By the way the way that I walk
Patek how I walk
How I'm gettIng thIs dough
And you get no

Drivin up north
With my girl on my side
Slept 1 hour tryna open my eyes
Got locked outside
Of the place we we're stayin
Sore fingers from all
The pin

Don't turn back home now, it's midnight
And I'm not all too used to goodbyes
Tracing my fingers down your spine, spelling out the words I can't bite

I'm just here passing by
Aiming to express myself to the spinning globe
In the hope to touch and motivate lost souls before I die
Yeah I know I'm

Conflicted with anger
And poisoned by hate
I bet you wish you ever knew
But its something people do
Can't believe it happens
'til it happens right in front

like to talk 
They'd rather be heard than seen 
Them fingers get bold and truth be told 
They get real tough behind an iPhone screen
But when it comes

It's just my imagination; a sort of empty concentration while I
Fiddle with my fingers and take a sip of lukewarm tea

Let's walk lightly

fingers what the hell we fighting for 
I’ve had one too many splinters from the handle on my door 

So far from home and I don’t know why
I feel more alone

We can buy the time
But by the time you read these rhymes
You might say goodnight
Let the birds begin to sing in the AM
I could be your friend
But

make way

Now look at us here we are working hard but get no respect by treating us like dogs
Everybody everybody come ride with me cause let’s just say

I can be in this bitch by myself
Stay rolled up and big cupping
But I got the studio jumping
Studio jumping
I'm in this bitch doing nothing
I'm just

Pretty boy
I live for your emerald green eyes
Stand by your emerald green lies
Like hatin’ on your mothers side
Making all your Daddy's cry
(yeah

You point your finger and you shoot to blame
Run your mouth, take you out, put an end to this game
Won't be a victim and you've all been played

can realign
I know love is in my design because
I treat my worst demons so kind
Intoxicated by the lunacy I call it moonshine
Getting out of line in my

Chorus 
Demons been taking my soul, so why try 
Harder to see through the smoke 
Through the side eye 
Bullets don’t carry no names, they fly by 
I

Miracle (Little By Little)
Words and Music by Dave Wright 2004
©2020

I've lived out a lifetime here,
I've seen despair knock and hope disappear
I've

kinda feels like, I'm Jesus on the cross
I can't quite put my finger on it, l don't know the cause
Is losing everything I love man, how I pay the cost
For

Cap When There's Non To Loose
Third Of The Loyal Cause cmma Loco
You Do Wrong By Me I'm Like c Cholo Where's My 38
Fuck c Fourth Loco Bitch cmma Choke

What if I was on my knees and executed by police
What if I was being choked and they knew that I couldn't breathe
What if I was in the cop car

the mulla
Pain cured by jewelers
Didn't you see the sign tho
Sign of distress
Calling out SOS

I go crazy
I go dumb
When I go crazy
Like a cyclone
When I go

of our fingers
I could make our circuitry explode
All we ever wanted
Was just to come in from the cold

Come in (come in, come in, come in)
Oh, come

Up In My Cocina

Rae Sremmurd

SR3MM

2018

other plans
Helipad, dizzy by the time I land
Helipad, I'm so done with first class

With a bag and a baddie like Selena
Mamma mia, cash flipping,