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I got a feelin' I gotta get outta here
Get goin' where the weather's hot and the sky is oh so clear
I don't need a boujee trip or a ticket for a big

Pretty little liar, she's the life of a Friday night[00:20.53]Nothing worth it is ever so easy to find[00:24.45]She is a lesson that you'll only

dreams on water and I could use some pussy.
I feel a little dazed, I recall some naked lady
I once met in Louisville, where an old, decrepit piano,

BIG STEPPER (Prod by Sart)

(Weird the art)
地に足 侘び寂び つける
鳴り止まない音lickするダウンタウン
歪ませる 揺るぎ無い all day all night
spitするneuron
ステージ上 飛びちる汗on the track

Farming is a lonely game
He'd lived his life unloved
He followed the football
Enjoyed sessions in the pub
Eating the pub grub
Then a little happen

her to the family 


She said walk on by as she took her golden brown 
What an old codger I am 
Shut up 
Get out of Town 


Well it was just like

the bitter my fangs
I need no gang, you passed the visuals

I was in the heat, acting all, don't lie me solo
Same thing, no promo, big blings, no homo
I'm

town, wintertime, bitch try and hurt me
Down to the prison time, a bitch try and murk me
So called friends are claiming right until the end
It ain't even

spoon

But my fork getting big bites 

Tapped calls went drop box

 That's a bugged byte 

Fuck it tho 

Lotta shit flying in the air 

Not a mud fight

(Foreign)
Big woos stepping (Alex warren)
Turn round gun em, spun em now dump em
Clear the whole block ten toes we gone stun em
Run up on smallts he got

This one goes out to my little ones
Sean
Tiya 
Sanaa
Sebastian
Malcom
Isaiah
Naala
And 
Teagan

Be nothing but great

Be great
Be great
(and nothing

me, said she wanna go straight to pound town
Meet her friend have a threesome, so I can just take them both down
I don't play by no pape, I'ma stomp him

pressing on me
Your pressing on me too much

Running outta
Running outta my empathy

Now the town runs
Losing count of
Losing count of the days you see
Yeah

they go to hell for me
Big bag little boy go an scale Brody
Only thing I pray the mail never fail on me
And this bitch in this rental never tell on me
I

a countdown
Water poured on fire it's time to cool down
Radio blasting, windows open, driving around town
The night is still young we gonna drown
One time for

I got a brand new attitude
A new step in my feet
I moved into a little box
On the sunny side of the street
I got a job just down the road
For which

You’re my little passion in a bottle 
Cinderella’s missing slipper 
A love potion I would swallow 
Yesterdays full of memories 
Leave me chasing for

in this world
Laying on the bank, fishin' bobber in the pond
Watching clouds pass by me overhead.

As we grew up so DID the towns around us
And our

any friends
Cause you're a pathetic little looser
And everybody knows it
They can tell it just by looking at you
People see you and think
Oh look

with Taylor Ham

On the night before Halloween
You could be in for a big surprise
Paper streams and eggs thrown around by the dregs
Of your neighborhood

saw

(I thought, I thought, I thought)

I thought that I was tucked up in my bed
Sleepin' tight till I was woken by a shriek
A big old fellow with

don't know then you don't know
And you don't know because you don't know

I'm on another level talking about my talent
Mostly because I'm a little off

Emmy the Arkhive
It's kinda funny how it sounds live
A little youngin with his whole life in front of em
It feels like no ones loving him
But forget

Aye man I had to start this shit over I'm getting back in my vibe though
No cap
Aye cut my headphones up a little bit
Yeah right there that's