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Make Me Fall In Love & You Can Keep Me Forever

Dolapo

Stacko

hey, hey, ahhh)

I can tell by the way you look at me
I know I got you thinkin' 'bout marriage
Don't fuck it up or don't do damage
Wonderin' if you

like Theo Riddick do you feel this
Spit a hit and jot it back
Everybody's dollar just to holla back
Here we go another verse is dispersed and they hate

Abercrombie
Poppin' the Xannies I feel like a zombie

Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some money in it
Drive by, windows tinted
Pull up on you, sloppy finish

The image evocative
Planning my 22nd before letting myself Calibrate
Do you analyse or you glamorize
I've been living off of bad advice
Slow down when you

time
Watching it go by looking at the sky
Knowing I never tried and my hands are tied
Regret by my side, killing me inside
Thinking now "Will I ever feel

the stage you can call me Jeff Hardy
I'm sipping on Barney
African diamonds safari
I can't see in this bitch I feel like a glitch
Put it all in her gut she

Back when she met me I ain't had no options
Then she took me by the hand
And taught me how to do a thing or two
I went and broke her heart
I couldn't

accomplishments
And now it's like I don't know how to react to compliments
I'm working on myself, that's all I can do
If you've ever felt the same, then I'm talking

to do, guided by my FOMO
Take it all in when everything spinning
Nothing wrong If you don't know
Finally figured out, I'm okay with sticking out
Like

even got no "Ether" for
Me, man? Huh? This nigga older than
Me and still a little nigga
Man but what I’ma do is I’ma tell you a true
Story this right

takeoff
These niggas pussy do not want to face off
If i call up my greats then they takin yah face off
Especially big bro turn you to john doe
Ballin like

smiles, eyes hurt make you wonder
Member when the only time I heard a lean was a Fat Joe track
Now I'm somewhere sipping it
Here My Dear is in the back

Gualla
You know that I'm back on my own
You already know how we comin nigga
You know that I'm back on my own
Ain't ever goin change
I ain't ever goin

her butt
She like how you cope with shit I told her just go fuck a slut
You told me to be honest now you don't trust me

Gas mask, shopping bags, cash

you pathetic
Nineteen years of age, but this brain feel like i am thirty-three
Now I'm attached to none, still my heart didn't lost its functioning
Is

thoughts of ending my life a month ago and I'm close to that 
Maybe I should stop and take those words in my mind and send them back 
Even when you feel like

here 

How do we grow from here 

Things I can’t explain 

I done been through too much pain 

So don’t ever count me out 

No don’t ever count me out

of why we live on the land
Oh how I remember I'll never forget
A time long ago A time that feels so long ago
Better get home grandma
You left your shower

fast
Wait go mode with the Go Pro I do it Slow Mo but you wanna Go low pro
Twisted vision if you feel like I Wrote this shit
Then you might as well just

now it's time to master moderation 
That's my obligation talking to myself over music 
Free game if you ear hustling and chose to use it
Oh let's do

Minaj by my sons (O oh)
You do all your flexing for funds
I run on you laps and you fun
I know I'm the chosen one
I don't see how you let nothing but

On the refrigerator
There hung a typed paper
That made me feel safer
It was written by my bro you know
Not one of these fake lows
But on the low
I’ll tell you how it

not same 
Fuck a occupation what sacrifices have you made 
You got it I doubt it 
I've been empowered by the god 
You pray too 
Yea You 
Coward you get

Dat's What Dat Is

Paul Wall

Sittin' Sidewayz

2005

gang, get his what it is 

Last but not least, it's H.A. Dub 
Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood 
Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud 
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