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awe,
I can't draw,
Sipping water with a straw,

If he made the stars,
Then I need good bars,
To make it far,
I have tiny scars,
Catching bugs in a jar,

The levy's bursted open
and the band begins to play

I'm stuck in constant motion
My eyes can't find the moon
I hear the low pitched voices say
The end is

cause you're not here for me

but I call anyway to hear your voice sound (whoa yeah)

I gotta give up find myself.

I gotta give up by myself.

the bottom of the barrell shooting for the lowest branch
You're gonna hear it a lot
Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
That sounds like an ...is a Real Boy track

You’ll be 6 feet deep

Verse:
I don’t need to understand where you’re coming from
But you know that as a man - get my hustle on
…If you don’t stand for

anymore!
Like, shut the fuck up!
And if you're not going to ask me anything?
Great, cus we're just gonna sit here in silence

When I show up, have to show

Money is the only thing that
feel okay
Don't need a deal, just a house, me and all my ace
So if you hate me, keep it like that flex Up in your face
Rarri

for me
Try to play with me you know it's gonna end disasterly
I was this close to running over three minors on halloween
Hit that ngga with a kick i hit

feeling your vibe
You’re looking like somebody I can have in my life, yeah
So won’t you read between the lines
It’s feeling like the moment is right
But

door, she's a little bit tipsy
Drunk tears in her ears, saying, does he miss me?
I say you're too pretty to cry, find another
Who knows, he's probably

dream, travellin' up the stream (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Plug wonder, wonder why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by

the weather
May have taken a vow
But untying the tether
You were with them for now
But you're with you forever
We gotta do what we gotta do
You do you
We gotta

got hands
And he counting the bands
Now I’m in the game
Why’re you in the stands
Now I guess I gotta explain why they truly call me The Chef
Now, I’m

really shouldn't stay
I know that if I stay you're just gonna get far away
Ayy ayy ayy, I don't wanna say bye
To that gorgeous life that we used to have

you try to lie and lie

And say america's some motherfuckin' apple pie

Yo, you gotta be high to believe that

You're gonna change the world by

got yack in the back if you want some more
There's juice and Gin, Grey Goose and Henn
Booze and a few hallucinogens, I been using since
Two to ten but

I want you all to know that we care
Let’s see your hands in the air 
If you’re going to the electric chair

Live from Deathrow – we all getting down

want you all to know that we care
Let’s see your hands in the air 
If you’re going to the electric chair

Live from Deathrow – we all getting down 'cos

don't you leave
Show you I care, wait for me
Know that you're paranoid
You don't have to wonder

clways gonna feed that hunger
Even if it pulls us under

really seems like he's cool but he schemes
In the back trying to write down and plot
How you gonna act like you're hood but you're not
How do you spray

Squirming inside
Devils whispering shy
In my ears I

Don’t think they lie

So you wanna play?
Have it on your way?
You must be insane

You're so damn

while you’re do’in it to deal with the stress of your day?  Huh!
Whatcha gonna do while you’re do’in it to deal with the stress of that long day?
Are you

with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
Bitch
I'm

When the Playas Live

Crucial Conflict

Def Jam's How to Be a Player [Clean]

1997

get in your girl, she mine tonight
I play for the Hay and the E&J, gotta dove in the room if she want to play
She's keyed to the teeth like a tiger