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fi
ne,
Cut the last of the summer vines.
I'll come back anew.
You wanna get me by,
On a corporeal killing high.
We'll come back anew.
Sleep now

minute in your life exit times getting low
Told myself I ever make it do them how they did me though
So don’t call me for a feature I’m on airplane mode

Real Bad Boys

Shyheim

The Lost Generation

1996

I make it death fun when I killed ya
I take a power driller and drill it right through ya liver
Ha, ha, ha,
I'm ruthless possesed by the devil
Fuck

he come when you really need it

Hold up, wait 
Oh my gawd I'm stressed, bit my nails and scratched my neck
Ignore it all by having sex, be super happy

I gave her the boot
Went to the lot for the GLE, I want a nipsey-blue

You can tell I'm LowKey by my tennis shoes
The streets tryna trick me out, I

on a stick
Get shit on by Jimmy, oh really? Yes
Stand at my heights get giddy
Look down, it's a long drop
Wanna test me? Hole in one that's a long shot

look in mirror like who am I
I don't like any of these guys I'm tired of all the lies
But when I tell the truth it's me whos getting crucified
Like 50 I

as flea knock me back into my seat drum like jones none compete 
Yea got a prom last wit my stank feet i know they kinda reek for a minute i feel bleak when

theyd rather cop out by blaming me
I thought we were a team
Thought you said what you mean
Just wasted years, wasting tears, now wasted off wasted dreams

Officer run down no federal
We Keep it moving we move it crescendo
Yeah we moving the coca like mota
I’m a don an you dont call me a soldier
I don’t use

don't feel too involved
'Cause I'm alone, alone, I'm alone
Don't know who to call, I don't know
I don't know
If you know the answer to these things
Let me

nothin' at all

All I know is I don't know nothin'
I love you, but I don't love nothin' at all
Yeah, the world is crazy, so corrupted
I'm by myself, so I

fil a
Every hell week a sunny day, none wiser
Prometheus rise and shiner
Dear dumbass diary
This that note of re, call me
My mom and my dad, docu-signer

prayin' to God that none
Of my niggas snitch on me
Big ass strap, can't no nigga pick on me
Steady askin' God like, "Bro
Why you pick me?"
Came from ridin'

We say we're sorry but we don't listen 
I tried giving you all my attention 
Oh yea
I don't wanna be on my own
And watch the time flow by all alone

their pretty head tops by surprise
I know that you tried to keep me be your side
But I ain't gonna lie you ain't cut out for the ride

They say they like

they bets all in wit screwed face
What would you do up in my position
all in them places
Notice that look, goin' on
mace in they face when
Homie no losin

Yo, B.B. Simon wrapped into the belt loop we heard your rhymes, none of them felt true
Every other bar sound like word soup Call up squad, hope they

the origin,& some
another; we Israel taught that the poetic genius (as you now call it) was
the first principle and all the others merely derivative, which was

Pride

Pro-Pain

Act of God

1999

Better do something fast
First impression, make it last
Call it democracy
That's all for you and none for me
Show us that you care

Well we ain't

just go back to the way it was before

He walked me down the aisle just last July
and when he gave me away oh how he cried
And in the spring we said

need me some help
They don't give me none
I needed some help
Did it by myself
Married to the fast life
I'm not in your category
I'm far from a softy

all
Making up, excuses, I'm gonna get a fine
(Mom please don't get mad, don't get mad)
I'm dripping so hard they call me a hypebeast
Haha, VBucks on my

So Maloon told me to tell you this is not a real song again

Maloon the Boom played the beat for me to rap on
I was gonna stop but then he told me