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even gone use it, I'm too savage might abuse it
Look too good I'm a full lick, this Zues fresh with a new kick
(Yeahhhh) Drippin a lot in the 6 and i

High time I go and give up the ghost
Look back on my life and all I see
Is a nerd obscured by weed and smoke
I worry I can't do it but I know
If I go

mustache gets mad poon

Spooky as fuck mansions gloomy Tut tombs
Make a mustache man sadly miss mushrooms
Once pursued on a cube
By a room full of Boos
Now

of politicians that abuse truths
To shape you and break you
Consumerism rapes you until your thoughts
They ain't you they make you wanna hate you
So you keep

fire I am a man that everyone desires
I am the leader everyone's inspired by Hit the ground and now we flyin' high

Every bar I spit, it's all true Born

example 
Of what not to do 
I would never wish my pain 
On none of my kids
I’d rather lead by example 
So they could avoid the hits 
But sometimes 
I

youths
How much longer should we take this abuse
We’ve had enough
The system that’s been put in place wasn’t created to protect us
We’ve seen this in 2020

the slots use and abuse
Sand down your throat just to choke on your food
Can't you find the balance between chewing me out and getting chewed?

If all my

or white, which sidе was to be right

Motionless (Motionless)
Scrеaming out paranoid from the inside
Im tired of being what you want me to be
Neglected, Abuse

of the door
Measured by a scale, like I'm searching out for a cure
Sure, I have a soul which is made up of pure, sole
Which I have at the back of my shoe, fuel

physical abuse
And I wanna get him back
But I don't wanna do another custodial sentence
In a four-by-four pad
And I gotta take this time to apologize

Tortured by memories they can never erase
In the ruins of trauma, for Tikkun Olam, I brace
It's time for us to rebuild the world, set Vachtu's Pain

Listen, listen
There was a time when seven years ago that I
Would abuse my body with alcohol
Diet pills too - they got me real nice
Got me to party

thinkin' how I'm gonna make it how am I gonna fly
This can't be the end for me I see doors opening wide
Now it's time to step through and grow with God by my

On Grant Street
Ain't got much money
And he ain't got much to eat
Well, all you rich people
Passing by his feet
You make J.C. so sad sometimes
That he

wallet
How much do you want it?

Trippin' on what's on my wrist 
I'm a boss to the fullest 
Bish 1 by my side 
And I'm coming out my shell like a bullet

but you're never gonna leave the dome
Muhahaha
Your closet couldn't hold me
Hidden in yourself don't you act like you don't know me
Triggered by

across the nation with my music
giving all of myself some choose to abuse it or misuse it
they wanna diffuse it gonna make me lose it
but they got me where

running away
I don't wanna chase
I don't wanna Ike and T (stop fightin me)
I don't want abuse
I don't wanna lose you over the frightening things (I get

Kwame beats him in a fight and I know that Russell would not have supported if I went to the police to report abuse, because he didn't support in Cafcas

I wanna tell you a little story
It's about a guy by the name of Wilhelm Rube Lee
Works for Kewper-Liveinsin Law Firm
Guy's in the business

and it's ripping me apart
So what do I do? I abuse myself
It's all my fault, I accuse myself
Going insane, gonna lose myself
Rewind time, I would choose

read into your gossipy magazines
I can feel the change since I mentioned weed thought this gonna last like evergreen surprisingly past by seventeen
cll

then I destroy and abuse them
My ultimate on the ready slip out if it getting sketchy
A trickster lowkey like Asgardians  misdirection king
Decoy out