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nothing left
You faults and your best laid to rest come on get with me y'all

It's not the presents it's your presence and the essence
It's not the presents

and feel heat
That make my cheeks blush
Close my eyes and feel your touch
Get chills when you slip me tongue
Picture me with you
Could my fantasies of teen

smiles
I'll give you 4 reasons
One I get one shot
So I'm beyond thankful
Two I ain't the type to
Ever hold a grudge
Three I'm aiming for the top
So I'm

Fuck on me
Got a lot just a little bit of
Luck on me
All your songs sound the same
Get the fuck on geez
Better be careful or you'll end up on your knees

Now I'm on a mission for vengeance
So you got me stalkin your friends list
You easy to find thank the internet
Now you and I can get intimate
Show you

fuck wit me, but she ain't fuckin me
It's like I'm a sissy by making everyone run from me
And I sit and watch them leave
'Cause I wanna see y'all

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

not the way it’s always been.
Which brings me to another misconception: scarcity. 
Let’s get cosmic for a minute.There is a star in the constellation

know ain't no Clique in me
But I know if there's time, somewhere over the rainbow
I might Serve you Breakfast at Tiffany's
Or maybe breakfast

gaslighting me felt shame, shame
Turing me like crazy mad turkey
It's looking too bad you treat me dirty, I give no mercy
Messing my intelligent but there is

not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
 
I'm not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling

the realest person alie', can you stand up

Me I'm not a criminal
I'm too smart to play it by the book
Ima' go and get this dodo no matter how it may look, so

piss-poor
Money crisp-poor, (it was) like this short.
It was kinda' hard ta' get the whole puzzle workin' wit' half a jigsaw
I got mine, let me help you get

all the mad dogs
Bad dog now I'm need call my lawyer
And get some tax cuts, tax cuts
The police getting their stick and
Fuck my back up
Fuck me up, I'm

down
Takin' you down to the ground
No sound, your body never found
You can't stop me even when I sleep
Even when you're countin', I'm takin' out your

American Pie

Catch Twenty-Two

Washed Up and Through the Ringer

2001

stimulate and penetrate you like no other
I'm a hip-hop transformer,
A sexual performer Best get out of my way
Cuz I'm turning the corner
So let me start

Forever

Freddie Fox

Freddie Fox

Hey baby, my name is Foxxx
Yeah, I see you standin' over there
In the corner lookin' all smooth

Short lil' cutie, hey, check this out
How 'bout we

This undying love in my heart
Held captive by the fact that we've been torn apart
Although I know there's no letting go
I'm still alone
A still

you know I kept one up
Thinking I was a birdy and got your lil shit plucked
Tried to take me out the game that's what your mans sent up
Tried to get up

blunts smoking gas everyday
Slit his fucking neck leave him there to decay
Lil boy fucked up now im pissin on his grave

Aint no way you wont ever be safe

you’ll get hit
By me, not becausе it’s hot
Put your hand away to put your
Damn Spam in the fridge put it
Brew lots of green fluffy and muffy
And you wanna

not surprised, My type of mind makes thunder sounds and lightning speed
Stop and see, Flow and stress
Ain't seen me, You ain't seen the best
Racing by

ferocious
By Saying mines atrocious with Magical hocus-pocus

Keep your cancer sticks in a Cigarette cassette
You might got to rewind, then Stop to Eject

mean I ain’t a thug though
Get the bat handle and fuck you up though
Son
Because there’s six million ways to die son
Choose one
I might have to pull up