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ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well

[Verse 3]
Photo album on the counter, your

album
I'm euphoric, I just come alive, that's the outcome

Natural born, sinner born, famous, what's the value
Wasn't no one with me in the jet but I

they say it falsely
If you don't want to lose every battle then please don't involve me
They try to predict what I'ma do next acting like they Wall

And to tell the truth I'm not okay that's why I've been repenting
Think of what I do it's day by day it's hard to comprehend it
I just like to think I found my

dont sound like them 
I mean come the rejected hollywood undead, what ever ever
You better watch that sh*t 
Here take your meds b*tch and if you havent

question
"I don't need forgiveness
I ain't got no sin confessions"
Nowadays there's the obsession
To find the god within
But without a doubt
You're without

What they talking about in them barbershops huh
Who the king who not the king
Yeah I know how the conversation go
See this is how it's supposed ta

a option
This what you want? Man, I highly doubt it
I got the addy, I can quickly route it
She got a bra, but they steady bouncin'
She spoiled rotten, man,

in your mind
By thoughts and stress around you
This song
This album proves that you can get through it
You can Find yourself
Yeah in my mind i feel all

put his empty bow down
Pick myself up that's what I do
Dust myself off good like new
I roll by myself man I don't got a crew
But still won't look for

blink you might miss.
Natural Talent, Lotta y’all lack this
Feeling so good I’m mindless
Forgave now I forget
Keep my focus, what’s B.L.I.S.S.
Got my pen

for a lover and i don't want any other
And i just don't know what to believe anymore
Just accept all the shit then watch them walk out the door.
It's

freak out
My last album dropped to deep south
Why does no one like my shit? wow
Ya'll just tryna fuck with me now but the bad guy's back with a beat down

hope you go and trip 
See you next fall
I'd pick you up
But that's not really my call
Not really my fault
You're not being what you wanna be called
Sound

Raw coughing and sneezing into my sleeve and wiping it off me 
Awfully tired at all times regardless how long I got sleep
What's wrong with me? I wanna

lifestyle is something that they want, I tell 'em that I know
I got tabs and packs on me, but shit, I keep that on the low
Bad bitch on my line, I think she

the voice notes
I ain't got a choice bro, I'm white like Oikos
I want Rolls Royce, boats, a dime and some nice clothes
Mix the jazz with the raps, wonder why

they won't be no next time
Took a puff while I thought
About my next line
Head fried but I got morals that I live by
So I could never pull a knife on my

to change a thing
Album two is coming 
I'm not even 17
People don't flex when I pull-up 
Cause you know I got means 
Tried to hit a lick 
So imma hit em with

I don't flaunt
The shit hit different when you come from the swamp
I told myself I'm my only comp
DMX whatchu bitches want
Don't be phony no reason

know what I would do here without her
Pussy is magical. Girl you got powers
We fuck for hours. Taking a shower just to fuck for hours, just to go shower

surrounded by them diamonds
I gave it all, ain't got nothing left
Just watch where you step
Look
Invest in myself
Look
With power and wealth
Look
It sit

paid man
I've got two sons man 
I need to feed my sons man
I'm going to stand on the streets 
And sell this album man 
Like DJ Sbu man

Like how Dj Sbu

Tonight's da Night

Remedy

Code: Red

2005

rapper
But have to, show these muthafuckas what I'm after

I'm after ya soul, and after that, ya album
Beef after to that, Lounger Lo packs the gat,