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to
Again n again,no tellin when
Im stuck in a time loop
This the verse two (Ouu)
This shut hurt too (Ouu)
We outside bitch, muhfuck a curfew
Thank you for

the vibe
Nothing new to me, I do it every night
Thinkin' bout my life
Thank God for music, all these talents He's given me
Got me feeling sharper than

bread for the snack
Thats all I had now since I was a teen
See  me on the balcony night parade Guavaween
I'm at the Gasparilla catching now all the beads

'em all

Ladies and gentleman
Thank you for coming to this very special production
Written by Griffin

for me to keep your years on check
Won ni kin ma foh se, o da mani esobe
Festival bar part three (Ileka)
Gbogbo igba timi fin shey motor boy
Mio n kin

your own
You're gonna suffer like a rat in the smoke

How the hell am I supposed to know
"We're only human" is a valid excuse
For why my mind is

your own
You're gonna suffer like a rat in the smoke

How the hell am I supposed to know
"We're only human" is a valid excuse
For why my mind is

your own
You're gonna suffer like a rat in the smoke

How the hell am I supposed to know
"We're only human" is a valid excuse
For why my mind is

tone on each of my wrists and I'm timeless
No I ain't friend friendly but thanks for your kindness
I touch it, It's money like my name is Midas
I'm

People always saying sir thank you for your service
Never felt worthy though I wondered was it worth it
All my brothers they were braver than they

many racks, my closet looks like Clueless
Custom made, just for me, everything exclusive
Your boyfriend thinks of me at night, special thanks to Cupid
If

back hurts and I gotta stay sober
Man at the door stopped checkin' my id
My birthday presents start to look like my dad's
Thank you very much you rats

blank, because no one's ever said that
Channel Foos on a one song
Mix with Mike-all night long
Nobody, no, not even me, knows what to expect

You'll see

between her legs (Her legs)
I fuck with G Dot that's my cousin
I recorded in his shed (I thank you nigga)
I got bins I got pros I got clothes, set up shop

the night
Coming home from the park after winning fights
Gone catch us at the gas station standing with our bikes
Collecting change from the couch for we

at them clear skies
Remember them clear nights
Hop in the whip bump lil skies
Damn
Never got over it apparently
All my thoughts be scaring me
Ying

to come alive in times when I thought death was imminent
Hate when people mix me wit rappers, these guys ain't lyricists
The difference, it was written by

had been chased down by a chainsaw
You lack endurance
You're not in it for the long haul
One night full of alcohol
The money comes in and at first

history
I got more mystery than Agatha Christie
When you get to where you're going, well then there you are
Mix up style like peanut butter in the jelly jar

I'm killing it

They surprised by the come up they jealous
Wanna be my friend cause they see I'm up now
But I can forget what they used to tell us

Be yourself in Montreal

Blood to bone, bone to blood
Put it in a mix and blend it up
Ricochet it all through the night
Voodoo it ëtil it breaks

the gang for the gang we goin go to war
Still remember we was trappin by the corner store
Ridin round wit squad b**ch we carnivores 
Turn the pressure up

to be alive some days it's so hard

I'm sorry for rambling thanks for listening"
Everybody applauds as Jenny sits back down
She feels the weight

y'all wanna compete
Cause y'all don't follow codes of the street
You ever felt defeat
Stomp you now you feel da feet
Heard the game up for keeps
Well