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house after a long fuckin' day
I'm greeted by a million roaches on my fuckin' tray
Infestation of the mind, I know it sounds kinda cliche
What an omen

Yeah, let's go, yeah, bitch Yeah, X-rated, A-T-B
I'm so hot, when I die, bury me by Percocets I don't care about how many bodies I got, I just want

Royalty blue
Top floor, I can only shop for it if it's suicide rooms
Way high up
Your time up means my time's soon
She likes likes
I like loot
So ain't

don't let a nigga try you
And if he does we gone set him up
Blue stripes gotta get this revenue
Going hard I ain't letting up
Claiming you got clout, but

the fat lady sings 
Save me a seat
I'm on my way to the top feed me a beat
I had a good upbringing and little struggle
Doesn't mean i can't use my

Yeah
Cmon man
God body
Aye
I'm home
Bedroom blues
Think I'm addicted to bad news
Kids out here dying
And we blame it on the schools
Trump dropping

more girls than James Brown,
and I fucked them all
on the "Maschendrohtzaun".

But now the time has gone by
and something happened to me.
I'm only half

niggas make the same music
Niggas make the same tunes
Niggas sing the same blues
I'm just independent, really gettin' it
Make my own moves
Had to make my

up binge
Country time money time I told her to stuff it all into her minge
False charge of rape jump in the ding get caught by the jakes I ain't

My words hit niggas like Mohammed but I'm not Ali
I'm out here floating in that butterfly door with a different bee
And this bee don't sting she sing

hoe she gone stare
You a fuck nigga stay over there
Fuck that s hit boy i don't care boy nawl
He a bitch boy he gone sing boy nawl
We don't care bout

Sweet Orphan
(Words and music by Kirk McLeod; arranged by Kirk McLeod, Eric Gast, and Dan Stacey)

Ooh, I swear this February's cold
I stole a chance

toe to toe and end up where the fishes is
Go blow for blow and get split like some fission, kid
Teaching you physics by splitting your pigeon head
I

and 50s
Hunnids might be blue
Making some plays in a Honda Accord
She got a car, but she hardly afford
Pull out the 4 by 4
But I hop in the coupe for

wanna see
Everything you wanna be
You already are to me
Yeah yeah yeah
Hey baby blue I see right through
The castle walls surrounding you
Way up in

of hoopla.

Who's Law?

That N***** that'll beat yo ass on the news yawl better be prepared for my family to sing the blues yawl,

Playing too much and we

lease
Now I think she by the 3 train out in the east
Last time I heard she was an artist
I hope she's alive I cant deal with grief
And I know she dont be

when you coming too
Here’s something I know
There ain’t no excuse 
just leave me alone 
Let me sing my blues

to save our lives, then so be it

I've been numb to the mixture that's been creeping in again
By the time I taste the poison it'll be too late to spit out

Them choppers sing a song 
They sound like thugs and bones
Oops I mean bones and thugs
Yeah yo bitch show me love
Leave yo shoes at he rug 
Just keep

Gatekeepers

Sing a hook, set a vibe you’re a sellout
Gonna pass til we know that you built clout
We kind of want you a little bit cooler
Hipster

Go On

B. Reith

The Forecast Ep

Here we go, yep yep I know
You ain't never seen it done like this befo'
Long hair blue eyes yes yes I flow
Yes I sing plus I bring the I'll beats

show  
Presidential suite blue tinted the windows 
Bimbos Only Fans page paid off a slim toes 
Lost in a hungry society that sing woes
Every hook

knees, on her knees for my semen
Cover her mouth while i fuck her because she screaming
She sing a song to me like some Lana Del Rey
I want to see your