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you to deliver you better get em by

Is what I'm telling my ex bitch 
Buy me this buy me that way too eccentric 
But there's no fucking with me this

on the feild
What a bitch, I can fuck her if she leaves, oh well
It's the cheese, y'all smell, when it rains, I'ma storm like they free Caesar,
Now they can't

walking through the rain
Off these perky's higher than a plane
I was down on my ass they
Ain’t give me a thing, like
I'm in that mode, feel the rage
How you

dreamin of a holier place
But people say hes phoney cause he lowkey aint a saint
Lil homie had a past, he was smashin' every d
The urge in his head,

Mr. Undercover
He don’t need to be discovered
Ain’t got time to find a lover
He’s a lonely one man show, woah--

Lil’ miss pencil pusher
Day by day

and the rain

Chorus:
Oh whack fol the diddle fol the
di ro day
whack fol the diddle fol the der-
oh Mrs. Dolan, yer son he isn't workin'

I came from Dublin

by any means
Shots at me is just probably just wat I need
And I ball at a ease like I'm overseas
Wouldn't be who I am if it weren't for geez
And I feed

im showing up
Im counting my paper and po’n up
I dont need no help
I was broke wit my back on the wall
Nobody to call
So i shine and ball by my gotdamn

bitches not gone really ride how they say that they do My old bitch a lil hoe she started fucking the crew
My homeboy fuck with the ops now he a nigga I

All these hoes the same, can't tell em apart
Insane, I fucked her with my chains
Fucked her in the car, I mean
I fucked that lil bitch brains
Hold on,

even (Tryna break it even, tryna break it even)

Shawty need a big stepper
She tryna stroll, tryna slide, and I call her like lil' Delta (Yeah)
Who you

take me there
The places we go to, we not supposed to, I know I'm not playin' fair
Could tell by your profile that you profound and I'm hopin' this go

to stay strong
Ask the Lord for better days
Don't call me New Edition I can't stand the fucking rain
Let's roll
A young nigga hot fresh out of the stove
I

around by haters call me pizza dough
I don’t got no time
Flexin with these rhymes
On my way to Hollywood catch a thousand dimes
Champion looking fly
I

and talk

But I can't talk, lil' bitch, get back
You wan tryna fuck when me and bro was splitting a KitKat
Tough ass nigga tryna lift weights, get shot in yo

from head to toe
I'm changin' that pain to glow
Walk in turn rain to snow
Drive-by they like , "there he go"

White Russian on the leaf I smoke
Why he

aim
Mi waan fe flood the banks but me a wait pon yuh fe mek it rain
Have the power inna mi hands and by that mi mean mi brain
Mi only weapon is

COLD HEART
Lyrics and music by Sergey Klauzer (Mr. Klauzer)

let it snow and cold 
outside the window, 
love people each other, 
let the cold winter

the throne is kept
Served the fullest of feasts, no bones to pick
Lives as Mrs. has it all, with the clearest of gleam
From the deepest rabbit holes, her

golden marshmallow
kissed by the fire

You're my silver lining
On every storm cloud 
You're the smell of the spring time
When the rains coming down

You're

hide away
And pretend we did ok with no shame

A small cetacean
Crying sad porpoise noises in the rain
Is taken to a boat
By a gillnet it is slain
But

weather
Floods
Dogs and friends so dear to you
Protected by hidden firearms
Cultural desire farms
Informing us what to want
How to want it
How we need it

getting bent in this TV wasteland
All the king’s men exploiting the dimwits’ dimwittery, how?
Just by claiming „They’re the enemy! I’m the remedy!“

You

I'm so excited, it's time for a very sexy party
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