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on them backstreets 'til the
Day that my God call
Lil' Sean Paul, ridin' dirty up 85
In twin Challies
Just a friendly game of dodgeball
I'm the one killed

be taking the backstreet
Let it off in the air now your party a track meet
Got my bitch in the front and the drugs in the backseat
Heard he fuck with

illness, anxiety on everyone's face
Mama showing her love by bringing to my room a full fruit plate
Pops was busy working and stressing and therefore always

I still can't let you go

Do you remember the first time that we made out in the backseat of your dad's Jeep?
Bumpin' "I Want It That Way" by

Scratches running down my back
Group of Seven
Like a rocky, little landscape
Map
Graffiti on my body baby
Watch you paint a picture
Like a backstreet

Oh, I've been here before
Backstreet, moonlight, walks through the night
But something's different this time
'Cause with you my heart is going nuts

in their own muck.
The solemn nonsense of their mother's call
Is echoed by her permanent punk surprise.

There is abundance in the forest morning.

a coupe laid back on the way to perform
If you leaving with me then be gone by the morning
Shawty bad but i had to ignore her
What i heard about her it hit

Jersey's
Everytime another Celtic 
score thirty
We cutting down nets
Not worried
Gotta be more worthy
For war 
You not Thor 
You in the backstreets whoring

a range
Like
Am fighting all my demons
I was guided by the
Nine milly
Nine milly

You know
You know
Ride
Ride
Ride from my section
Did I forget
Did I forget

the back
Nigga go by, just be dissin', nigga, I ain't spint' for real
Go Ask lil' mir how I had yo ho in the box, she like to spit for real
4100 trum just

bleeds

From all the ketamine
Fuckin' rock straight to the dome
Mixin' amphetamines
Like a kettle hit by chrome
You fuckin' mettling
You a mindless fuckin'

Standing On the Mountain
Looking down in the valley
Backstreet Alleys
Yeah I know where I come from
Never thought I 'll be so low 
But you never know

I bend to tie the lace, of the right-angled woman
Who moves so impossibly slow
While the boy holds the hand, of the last standing statue
By

stumble
We get the bricks in by the load
Told justo up it nigga keep going
I was in the trap with my pockets on E
Had to hit me a lick had to get a QP
Now

to backstreets
Wanted by the six pounD and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards

of the holy believers
at the birth of a nation
by the side of the highway
on the tongues of the prophets

Been on strange mountains
Every day of my life
Been

with meds
My dad tried to off himself, taught me to get up out my bed
By any means, hustle shit in my genes
I been in the bidness getting money in

snort off mirrors
Coke, heroin, guns ran by government agent dealers
Blowback in the pot created boss flagrant dealers
Take it back to the spot and plot

on the backstreet ain't nobody saw shit dawg
We ain't playing those games
I'm playing dumb if they ask me bout it middle finger to them laws
I ain't bout to say

hang by the backseat
I know you had boys that would chill in the backstreet
I been a dog so don't pat me
Because most the time I'm not proud
You getting

that city
I saw the gaslight
With me fal-de-diddle-air at aye-air
At aye-ey

And there in this backstreet
There was this gaslamp
And under it sat

the max on a jet ski
These lil niggas can't catch me
Like I'm smoking by myself you can't match me
I done ran it up on a backstreet
I done ran it up like

get a chance, to start walking
It's like a picture by Bill Cunningham
Through the pedestrian crossing

If I lose all my memory
I can remember one thing