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when the whole world know yo name
I than copped another rollie, 20 thousand pocket change
Got PTSD I'll let this choppa sang, i be I be thuggin' by

the devil's leash on me growing like grass
Humping on chicks who didn't take notice of me until I
Circumcised my, to be called by
Evolved to dope (Dope as fuck)

Anywhere Lyrics
I'm still hungry as them first shows, Mil Creek on the late night
Back when Valencia kept the braids tight
shall fear no man, but had

the breeze, any degrees

This is it raw elements of hip hop
This goes beyond the lyrics so step off the pop chart
If it's not coming from the heart lay low
Time

it's sizzling
I got the watch on my wrist, now it's glistening
Grabbing them all by the ear, dragging them to the mic
Just to make sure that all of them

(Lyrics):
(Intro): Yeah yeah
Oh ooh ooh ooh oh 

(Chorus): I'm trap romeo
I shouldn't have say it no mo'
Fuck it, at least they love me the most

Guess some prayers are answered quick
With God, nothing can interfere
2018, we about to kill it, this is our year
But by 2020, Imma have an album, done

try to figure out the mess you're in
We'll bring the music and the oranges
Sit on the porch and watch the trains go by
Preach these lyrics like the holy

Rolling up the redwood highway
Golden Gate behind me
Got a fast leak in my left front tire
Dash light to remind me
By the time that I hit Willits

fortune like Sajak
There must be at least twenty reasons you can't win and
In this rap game you're hopeless, here's a top ten:
10's very simple and plain,

jazz-sense
She sassafras her words have many uses
Peace out like deuces
Hang from every lyric like she nooses
Entertained by everything she chooses
Radio does

The clock is tickin
Sit in the civic
I'm finna write you a lyric
Better yet, write you a vision
I'm finna toss you up
In the kitchen
Splittin'

lungs
Music by Rita Tekeyan Lyrics by Rita Tekeyan

can’t afford it cause it’s nonstop
Twenty-Four seven, three-sixty five is my grind, and it’s a damn crime
That it ain’t my time
I’ll get my shine
But you

Original song, music & lyrics, by John Lennon:

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain

cuz they say its the root
Can stretch 20 dollars 2 weeks thats the truth
Smooth with the flow check the pudding for the proof
My lyrics real, make em

yea, they joked and they laughed
But 20 years later, you hear this bass and the snares 
(Alt. But I wasnt gone let humility stop me on my path)
Then I

over there, come on lets get down 

Let's get down like the gravedigger
Mid 20's with the music that paint pictures 
Music is our art this booth is my

Heyo, ey yo, you know what day it is, April 20, heavenly sent we
Spooky H and High Drop Jah, venting out for everybody toking on that stuff

Our time

don't write their lyrics
But some people have reached levels that are atmospheric
By relying on others to write their songs and shit for them
And they

SOCIOPARK - « ALRIGHT » Lyrics ARTAUD

CHORUS 1

Old lady sitting in the chair, making reek knots, will you tell me what you see ?
They found a dead

wisdom
I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious it means they're worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice

Lights Outs (Lyrics)
93 BPM F-minor 
Written by Michael Messiah Earl and Sydney Sexton 

Performed by Michael J Foxx and 
Sydney Sexton 


Pre Verse

When I was thirteen
I was working at a game that couldn't be played by other kids of my age
I grew and then aimed for the top
No one could stop this