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that you shouldn't go there
I can see it in your eyes yeah, I can see that your so scared
So get your bitch ass back home cuz you really don't belong

pop out catch views of the lights
We finna rock out get lost in the night yea
She came out she was lookin amassing
I can tell she was already blazing
By

a joke
My mind isn't open like it was i was just 19 I'm hoping
To fly but I'm broken
Brothers i had by my side shit i still wonder why we aint spoken but

the weather 
First you love me then you hate me

You hate me

(JB)
First you love and then you hate

First we argue in public
Then we argue at home
When I'm not

a diagnosis
And if you believe it it'll ruin ya
So I just try to focus, even when it feels like I am hopeless
Diving in the Word, knowing someone higher wrote

AND GIVE ME SOME
OF THAT GOOD SUMMER LOVIN'
WE'LL BE KISSIN' AND AH, HUGGIN'
‘TILL THE MOOD IS GONE
AND IT'S TIME TO GO HOME 

2) I'LL BE GONE TOMORROW
GONE

niggas laying down but I rise to the fight 
If you ain't from the slums you'll be surprised what it's like 
Fuck sleeping when I die ima get up out of my

'm happily married now
Let's not get into this
It's one of those magical moments
That could never happen again
When I tell people about it
I never know where

of a crowd
If you lie down with dogs
then you will get up with flees
So when your heart's touched
Let it be touched with peace
The tongue wields power with

Back to school
I've acted cool
Back to school
I've acted cool
Got back home at two
And I made up some excuse
Please mom lemme' go
I gotta screw this

in the net
A Runnin’ Man getting stalked by the whole fuckin’ Met
It’s all a struggle when you juggle no time to pause
Whether you’re serving up rock

Than Justin can suck a what?

And when Canada gets blasted
By the black man in office
We'll be laughin' at you faggots
In your caskets and your coffins

pawega
(A father with nine sons won't be able to provide food for all of them)

Bir mard honge, nyaare nyaare, bakht eesa aawega
(The time will come when

you'll get by with just but a smile
And God, I haven't seen that in a while

So go on, my gypsy girl
Fly free
And on the end of your journey
Won't you fly

get enough hell no
So baby don’t tell me to go
And when I’m with you I’m home
Everything is set in stone like woah
The others girls they can’t even

brim back and my kicks match
Take off that V-Neck
Flex all of them damn tats
I paid for it, I'm made for it, nigga please
I go out and get mines, ain't

Carmen, Electrify you in the back of a pickup Truck
Grocery, stick it up, gross I know it's enough, Blood I get it

I'm off like I'm a light switch Cut by

somewhere by the beach
A thick one rolled
Burn it down & watch the problems cease
But not Ain't missin home
Cause the way
It remind you how many Niggas hoes

everyday nine to five, come home wanna die
And we pray tomorrow, that the sun won't rise
Still we get up in the morning with tears in our eyes
Because no

that's checkin' for me
H'riiiiight?
Wake up in the mornin', it's (No one)... checkin' for me
I get to brushin' my teeth, then fetch me somethin' to eat

at least he plans shit
You just live day by day, fight your way through the man pit
The fuck I'm 'sposed to say to something like this? I never wrote like

Pity party 
Cos there's nothing to celebrate
Empty show
I'm in centre stage
Leave the microphone 
It's only me home
Need my time alone
Oh don't we

Got my ladies on each arm
Got my men by my side
I’m bringin home my mom groceries
Livin Family life

Clearin punks out of the park
So all the young ones

listen, yeah
I know a couple places we can go if you don't mind
Looking at my shadow
Walking by the backroads, thinking 'bout that girl
Driving my way home