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During hard times there is always a lesson
That can be learned for your growth and progression
But you could also fall back to regression
Depending on your

as hot as me
And by my calculations your
Content old as monogamy i seek philosophy
You'll see a lot of me just
Through these views that be isosceles

I

back out
See that's the shit I'm talkin' 'bout
Got my name hanging out his mouth
Like a dick old bitch ass nigga
Need his head blown off
Knocked by his

I'm sorry's
Do I care? Hardly
Watch me wave by in my Ferrari
Games really old like Atari
I'm one of one
Any other version is a copy
You know I'm

too
And all the things I wished I'd do
Lord give me strength and set me free
The hangman asked me one last time
Boy any final words
Before I send you

the old heads
And I humble the young dudes
Damn
I got plenty of brawn too
Still puttin’ weight on my bars
Creatin’ these strong tunes
Doin’ internet classes

magnificent, I'm different

See, I prefer that you call me by my alias
Nickname change at times, various
Girls curious, bi-coastal
Like a toaster, we toast you

Some people ain' trusting
Too many of slaves
Trapped in the chains and working for nothing
Many turned back on me
Feeling amazed by any who stayed
Cause

a postcard
If you have time and several words in a rhyme
Zen me a postcard
Any old thought
Nice
Juicy rosy zeyvrah
Zen me a postcard
Zen me a haiku whoo zen me

of
Sending shots at the blue (pew, pew, pew)
He probably still
Guess they better jump him to kill
That old relation
Fixation on what seemed to be real
No one

oversized
Told bro this my normal size
I just wear what I can find
It might be fake I don't mind
I still get money any time
I just lost my job, I just lost it

heard of youngin but I don't really bang wit him all like that.

Keys: I hear you, I hear you.

Mitch Maserati: Cause I'm more of a old school hip hop

Smokey walls, dusty halls, no one calls, and all the window plants are dying. She talk it up, half empty cup, half hearted love, half of the time

Under the tree, presents tonight
On the eve of the birth of a king
Boys and girls around the world
What will the old man bring?

Bells are ringing,

love
Half of the time halfway through crying (ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh)

She don't live here by herself
Sleeping in the bed she's made
Reading books about self

Dead men don't need love
I'm not Jesus
I'm not Jesus
Before I'm found dead
Look inside my damned eyes for a last time
Let's fuck outside

hundreds like dubs
Nigga might be slanging the drugs
But fuck it though, a nigga gotta shine
I know I come with death for some time
SK got 30, 50 for

any longer
In a trance
With my fans
Not doin' as we supposed to
I'm just sayin'
I'm the man
And my mind gettin' older
It's a chip, but this time I can't

make it through the night I hope new meaning is found
And every time it storms I hope you know that I'm safe
May not be with you in person but my spirits

Right now

So now I find I'm standing
By that old familiar door
And nothing looks, nothing looks, nothing looks
Too good to me
Right now

But if anyone

me
My heart on display
Struck with a stake
I need to recover
Got bit by a snake
The poison runs deep
I feel like a creep
Can't get down to beg
'cause

me feel alive
Cause when I'm down you always make me strive
So yeah baby you make me drive
I'm just glad you by my side
And baby yeah I'm here to stay

I don't have long but I'm playin' for all of it
I'm taken my time cuz I'm confident
Still makin' the most with all I get
For me that's its own

Gillette that’s a close shave
Still play Boys 2 Men at my old age
And that was the end of the road mate
Part of me saw this thing as a key
Man I’m free by