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I be lying say I'm fine but I mean the finer things
cnd when she by my side I see the brighter side of things
Insecure, I never say it but she sees

The Night I Met St. Nick
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

I was hiding hind the sofa 
When he came down the chimney
Cuz I did not believe 
He could

chow
House by the Canal what you drop for it
Other People’s Money what you got for us
I eat beats like beef ribs, collard greens
And yams hit my Fred

Dolph, just left Memphis had to take a load off
Mr. Cake Me Happy can teach you to be a boss
been signing my own checks since days of whipping soft
(Yea,

FUCK SCOTUS for fannin' our every flame
Abandonin' legal precedent, panderin' to the states
Just appointed 'cause former President Orange will nominate

Mr Z when im getting busy
Oh, I see they want me trip
I keep on my hip, they play with me gon' get the grip
Usually we sip by the 5th
And half of these

The ones placed in power playing Russian roulette with our lives
Every five hours
A child goes missing
Mr President
I hope you're listening

I wake up every

is useless cause I know things
Becoming great I can feel myself making a wave
Fuck that
Won't be happy till I'm strong enough to make the earth shake

Yeah I'm
Dreaming of liberation, wake me up this shit has taken
Way too fuckin long can't even quantify the days spent
Crushed by that size 17 boot

niggas run up in ya' spot
'Cause they ain't eating, now ya' body leaking from the
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
How the fuck could you ignore me

Surrounded by chaos created a savage
Forever bounce back like elastic
These niggas be faker den plastic
And these bitches too they got they ass did
65 til they

Everybody know me as Mr Timaya
When I be common plantain seller
God don change my name to Timaya
Oh why I dey for choir
Back in the days for Mountain of Fire

haunted by dead presidents,

Lost like controllers,
My money doesn't fold up,
I dont fuck with no petty hoe thats not my cup of folgers,
My team's equipt

Out in the night I'm a man on a mission
Backed by my boys so I don't raise suspicion
She's out with the girls
With her neck lined in pearls
Shiny

see, disrespecting unity
By selecting purely bad news, commented on with sad views
They're affecting people's attitudes, making me want to smash a tube

is the payout mr president my environment filled with fentynol and y'all only give two fucks now cause it's Betsy and lil Paul man Rip to KD cD MD RD

need a little bit outrageous style
When we get the new Benz hit Mr charles
Right back in the in-crowd
Your agent's happy, your friends are proud
When you

Your Excellentee's, your              Mr President


On behalf of Mrs. Kennedy, her children and the parents and sisters of Robert Kennedy, I want

Fat ass titties bussing out a crop top
She don't even get jealous let me coin swap
She a Capricorn born on January 3rd
Not too many people know about

a massacre
Tired of people saying I should think and just run after her uh
I have a voice what you expect me to do
Evidence between the lines and you can see

It's mad hot in the club,
but that's cool,
coz outside couldn't get any colder.
As soon as I walk in,
I feel a tap on my shoulder.
it's Mr Annoying.

momentarily intimate
Suspended in the sentiment
Why can't a one night stand be eloquent
I'm just a tenant not a resident and
Happy birthday Mr President

need hugs
The ones who love
The ones no ones above
But shit
Who are you
Who are me
Who is I
Just some people living
Just some people trying to get by

my niggas first to blast
Whats beef when the barrel cock and flash call the task
Say them ghetto children killin for no reason mr. president
Why you