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Can't afford to get dipped
Slip like a wet drip
cnd boom shakalaka 
I'm always making drinks like ciya Napa
Michael dappa, cos you likkle man are funny

quit who we are who we is
For the art not the biz
Run this shit like the Riz
Even did this flip when I sit
You don't listen, my fists is
Stuck in

was dragging da Kleins
No money, no jumper, the poor kid who couldn't play was only 7
But you best believe he scrapped to the 9s
At 16 my only ask was

Picking up cigarettes off the floor
I caught him begging please
To every car that's passing
By on Walnut and 15th
When the sun goes down at
Four

live life to the fullest
But draggin me to church, seven days a week
Couldn’t keep me off the streets, with the evil that I wreak ya see
My tongue was

band me from this rap shit they don't wanna talk about what they did
7 months I laid on the couch, I was thinking about im a lonely kid
Took the safer

as it may be
To offer my time to you
To beg for my life with you, oh

You and me we looked out to the seven seas
Connected by some currents that were

What the fuuuuuuck?

It's only three thirty seven
And the sun with her chariot's descending from the heavens
And my ass is cold, and my ass is wet

blisters
Getting fucked by white men for free, sounds like living in this country
I've had these thoughts since the age of seven, we need to talk about Kevin

are things I did as a teenager 
No Instagram or mobile just a BT pager
Down by the statues with the crew felt like a star
two pound fifty for half

and ya girl clothes 

[Verse 2] 
By the way, 
I came from the block and I'm bringin' the block wit me 
And I came by myself, but I'm bringin' ya bitch wit

Twenty four seven and a three sixty five 
I am in full effect and I ain't taking no jive 
I got the masterplan cause I'm desaster man 
And I live by

Mystman's back and he's better
Than ever
August Seven, styling again
Them man are lying in bars again
All of them them, no time to pretend
No pretending
No

of the kids across the street. So I went back to bed.

I couldn't handle a poetic moment that early in the morning.

So is this what we are?
Hands shaking

the most criticized by some of my own fam
My aunt taught her kids my music is a trashy sin (thanks for the love)
I wonder what some of my dad's side thought

overseas and no one thinks it's insane
Man I know I'm just a kid but I honestly think 1 bar written by me
Makes more sense than a whole song written by

yeah
Nottz the ruler, V. Rich, Rasta Roots (forever, motherfuckers)
Shit is overdue, Diggy Dawg, Donald Juice
Y'all know what it is
We're them kids

Yo, I was just a kid
I was barely sixteen
Couldn't tell a man what this shit means
To shoot a man on a fucking split screen
Take a life that was

Downtown Canon

Walter Becker

Circus Money

2008

'em kid you, stay cool it'll be all right
Don't trade today for tomorrow, tomorrow for tomorrow night
You chop wood, carry the water, sometimes it be

First Orgasm

The Dresden Dolls

Yes, Virginia...

2006

as hell
There won't be any second coming
As far as I can tell

I arch my back cause
I'm very close now
It's very cold here
By the window

There are

She Was

Dark Lotus

Black Rain

2004

with many ups and downs
And did everything just to get closer
To her, but she pushed me away
Fat kids are used to rejection
We deal with that shit

was
Always a kid with looming dark cloud-skies
Thanks for making a bigger one with mine
We drew pictures of growing old
A beach house diminished by
Your

winning, so I'm gonna do this
An arrogant grin, with a habit of sinning
Distracted by women, but I wasn't stupid
You know how that game go
Ripping your set,

kids are calling me daddy
Won't rattle, shake, fold, break, or bend
I'm standing ten toes down, yeah, I'm confident
And I aint waiting on your