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year when I dey drink garri
Nobody dey there for me
This girl nor green cure my konji
Garte dey vibrate oh
It's by his grace oh
I dey sing song huh
When

Bonfire" by Nikolai Astrup
That shines on my computer screen in 2017 in the awful July night
The house is finally quiet and still with the child asleep

the desert ain’t as bad as it seems
I got hydration cause I live by the stream
Easy being green when your part of the team

He went deep in the cave and never

Every tears that I drop for you
Everything you told me was not true
Every storm that you made me go through
Thinking by showing you loyalty in the love

Rolling through clay co about a hundred grams

Get it by the bundle, nigga, like I work at Sam's
Money coming in, Uncle Sam, I'm Sam, I am
You nigga broke,

naked
The Dos make dames crave
But if I obtain brain
I'm only goin
If I'm seein green
Slight rapping ain't a thang
Shyt sweet
Caramel nuts
In her mouth

Roll down the window my man froze
Compose strike me a pose 
You best do dash ten toes ten toes
You don’t want to get lit by the end of this (rahh)

Always wearing jeans
I was never stuck between
By that time I shipped green
And u never seen me Screem
Even though they threw Me on the windscreen
Thought

So, I know the holidays is coming up and uh, I ain't get you a gift but, I had wrote you
like, a little song, it go like this
It's a snow day, but

What did you see my brown eyed son
What did you see, my darling young one
I saw a blind woman saddened by her role at the margins
Saw a wandering

I can't complain



And inside the radio's playing a song so soft and serene

Is that a soulful Willy Mason or a modern Al Green

Well the truth is

"Do that dance, grown up" - sample repeated throughout the song
[Intro: Masta Killa (Raekwon w/ sample)]

Turn my microphone up a little high..

glamorous rappers are too sweet 

Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep 

I'd rather listen to some Brant Green 

Authentic, not

Italian roots like Al Capone
I got pills, green and blue, pick what you want
But I know it's hard to choose, that's why I'm so gone
I don't need true love,

bitches on me
Steady stacking the green

No don't fuck with no fiends
Get it by any means baby
Like why you switching up
Yeah babe why you playing

Like

involved
But that's my nigga and he still will
By the end of the song it's just overkill
We eating til our pockets over filled, And we been official way

Who am I
I'm AlTheeb AlWaseem
One of the Real Ones Banging On The System
In a league with Justice
Gathering an army of super friends
Ra's al-theeb wa

me
Water my trees and watch it blossom to a forest to green
That's Benjamin's by the leaves, that's Mary Jane by the acre
I keep a mile between

Go On

B. Reith

The Forecast Ep

sounds then a karaoke machine
B-Team this has been my dream
Since back when Al Green was lean, my scheme
My plot, rise the top as one of the best
I'm

Kick the dough, big .44 (pow-pow), Biggies Song im Hintergrund
Fick' die Bullen mit Whiskey-Pullen (pow), Fitness-Kult, ich spritz' Ampullen
Dicke

one thing with Serato (One)
Software like a fresh pothole (It sucked)
Or getting hit by a bull (Ow)
And no MJ, Chicago (MJ)
I said there's a reason
For

I'm gone
Actin' like a nigga died, girl I gotta make a song

Beethoven with the classics, Zaytoven of the Magic
City I'm talkin' Danger, I'm the one

Baby let me tell you what's been on my mind
Your love it got feeling like the old times
Like Ginuwine
And Jodeci
Baby make sweet love to me
Oh oh

it back to
Our estate out in foreign
See us stars in an Eclipse
Refugee shit, you would swear it's Lauryn in the whip
Ain't no sweet trip, no vacation