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Can't take the fact that you've been gone
You're the reason I write this song
Seems like days just look so long
Can't figure out where I ran
Out

Look I ain't got no worries and
I'm in a kinda hurry so
My words is gettin' slurry be a
Beast if I was furry
And my skin tone brown but
I rarely eat

(1)
Get another rack to spend
Truly this is what I’m here for
I still look into my eyes, love that contour
Pouring up, til' the Sprite colored Concord

want a lap dance
Jim Jones pretty boy look like
Pretty toys, icy jewelry
My italian bitch call me
My Houston bitch, well she drive a dooly
My watch is

and changed the shirt
Cleaned up his car and then reversed
Then he was on his way
Thinkin' 'bout that all day
Got gas this mornin', won't be late
Adam hopes he

a bloody flick
Preachers all around me
My phone’s got bugs and shit
Might look like a 40, but that's a 45th
Used to move bricks with Brozzy
On the corner

Once I disappeared, now it's all coming back
Wanna be the man but I'm riding in the back
Wanna be the man, man I'm tryna whip a 'Lac
And I'd pull on up

flash either
My whole team up that shit
We'll crash Bimmers she ask me did I fuck
That bitch? I caught amnesia
Can feel the tension in the air
I think I'm

management, she laughed again
And said "you talented you probably got those
Pick up lines memorized like the
Alphabet, never met a man with
A lifestyle that's

Would look at us all the time
Cause with your hand in my hand
And a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no
Place we couldn't go
Just put your hand

or even care to?
While you thinkin' I see you
Lost up in my rearview
Hear you is down with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws
But

the sun and wake up early morning
So you can keep me warm

I look at you and choke
The words caught in my throat
I never even wrote and we came so close
So

pesos
Got these blunts all laced though
Half caps still laced hoe
Artsy nigga like Bob Ross
Gothed up pink sawed off
Diamonds all in my left jaw
Ten

They the only ones I'm sliding for
Bros, shawty, I'm dying for
Foo shit, see it with my eyеs closed
Geeked up when I'm high on sumn'
Puccis, I don't try

Don't say that shit, baby

Yeah, okay, I know it, I'm an asshole
Yeah, real talk
Tryna put that in my past though
I look at life through this glass

Wake up, F1LTHY ayy, Prada walk, Prada walk
Ayy flip phone talkin', threeway talkin'
Freeway skrrt (I'm workin' on dying) 
Rari, phone talk, ayy,

yeah
I’m taking this guap, it’s fifties, yeah
And prolly his
How nobody know you in your city?
Watch how I switch it up on you lil' niggas
My bank

you ever feel love
If you’ve never been hurt?

Baby, it's a late night, blowing up my phone
Don’t ask me where I came from
Just tell me where to go
Got

To pocket watch me
But they forgot bout the mac 10
Big nigga though that we
Bought the squad shit
But we told give it back there
Red beam on the Glock it look

the exit?
Fuck it, I can't tell
Asking god why I can't check
Out Triple 6 hotel

I forgot to die, I guess I'll wake up
Girl, I told you
You look better with

look at the fire that burns
Never make the same mistake twice
As we stumble and fall
And as time breaks and fall
I learn of things both here and beyond

One look from him and I fell under his spell
His manicured fingers moved like a magician's
His lips in proportion to the pearly-white
Dazzling

the can, get wham
Shit I can't not go ham
And I cannot slow down
I'm in the cut with goonies
Graduating from the school of hard knocks
Hella bang up
Man

I gotta up this 40 one time
And it failed if I make a stop time
And these dub-ass niggas stealing gang signs
How you cappin' what you
Rappin' in your