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Nemo
Look me in the eyes and don't lie to me and tell me that you can do better
(Hmm)
At the end of the day ima die by myself give a fuck about you I

sought
Lately I been crushed by writer's block
Eyes been stuck on watchin clocks
An already unsocial human usin her new ruins as an excuse to avoid

We Play What We Want Featuring d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition  Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson
Written by: Bobby Ray

the right way
By the end of the night I want her back at my place
Call me a plumber cause I'm bouta give her the pipe
Already knowing that she gonna get it

I'm circling
Is a downward serpentine
Not knowing one day everybody
Would just turn to flee
Cluttered confusion
Inner thoughts leave me in ruin
My heart

Now I wake up by myself now
But in the end I don't
Lost all my friends, only friends with the cash now
When I fall asleep, I don't know if imma wake up

you ain't righteous
If you with the homies searched by authority you better hide it, I should've hid it
There ain't no riddance (fuck)
Kind of scary we

and we fret and we frown
every day our heads hang a little lower to the ground

you know it's times like those we miss helluva lot
by ignoring all

is working hard every day to not make a sound
This industry I'm grinding that I'll never be found
But I'm certain with my ethic it's a matter of time

Christmas eve don't feel the same
Sat by myself at the fireplace
Beating myself up over things I said
I'd do anything just to see your face
So here's

beginning to the end
Now my eyes still closed every minute of the day
People talking bout my vision like they know how ima play
Who I am isn't something you

the race, hit him in the leg at the relay
Elect the veins, picking up the ends like shit stains
Never mind, this could stomp hearts, if I stay sane
Can

today
I take her to my place but she never there to stay
You should know by now that I strictly paper chase
They keep on seeing me flexing
I ain't talking

that's new
Think about the days me and you gone do
From the first of the week to the end of the month
I can't hold on to this anymore
Hey I know we been

through 
I’m just calling it how I see it
The game filled w secrets, but real is real fake is fake you can’t pick and choose 
I’m just playing by the rules 

the only real way that I know how to cope is by losin' myself in the art
I said things that were harsh and I never meant
I let discontent really mess with

probably have
Backhand them like Venus, put that
Beat in body bags, playa
And at the end of the day
I kick my feet up on the
Table it's a beautiful thing

her sun rays 
How was I raised needed a raise 
On them highways nickel dime days
Call me padre fuck your madre
Mondaine end pain be her kool aid

Write

And they end up in a stagnant place
Slow money is better than no money
But double up and grow money
Is always better than flashin' that show money
Uh
I need

killed at the end of the day
The biggest revolutionary defeated the grave
That's where I found my hope and my inspirations yea
That's what keep my fighting

the point though, truth is he knows more than me
It's just crazy to me till this day man I'm in disbelief
I been contemplating sending videos and debates

my pride gets in the way
But at the end of the day 
Our love is real, yeah girl we know this is true
So please don't leave, I want you to stay
I'm not

Days flicker by
Start with a groan and then end with a sigh
I’m awake all alone
Glance on my phone not a message in sight, fine
Been a month since I

place and times
Rapping bout popping some Ace of Spades for days with dimes
While I spend most of my nights alone just blazing fire

Really do this shit