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Wondering if I should just end it all tonight
But baby we are running out of time
the knife is to my wrist I'm getting more light headed by the slice
And I'm

disillusioned
It's a privilege
To know nothing bout it but add opinions to it
This is venting music
I don't expect to be supported by folk who like to pretend in

to send my way
I'ma be sendin' back
Too many suckers in the game wit' a
Name and I ain't feelin' that

Playin' wit' me is something
That you're not
Think

Black Synagogue

Angel Haze

Dirty Gold

2013

never stop loving you is God.' And because of all of our darkness—which at night I still run from, which at night we all still run from, we get stuck

I ain't given
Out my recipe my real always
Checking me the above always
Blessing me mama always use
To yell at me just to make sure
I had the best

Atlanta by an armery
Me vine pa'qui a L.A había alguien en mi property
Me fumo una L y con tote I gotta take care of my property
I was turn up in

the empty rift
I'm hating how I feel, losing any sense of time
Nothing here is real, a figment of my broken mind
I've fallen deep down, a place where I have

Yeah
(Badaboom, badabing)
Essaye, CA
(Badaboombap)
Real Hip Hop only
(Badabing, badaboombap)
(Badabing, badaboombap)

I remember when I first wanted

a lot of rap
I cut a nigga top off, if all he do is cap
Lame niggas need to catch up, cause they in the back

Always move like the mob, so I can't never

everything I say to you
And do for you always genuine
Girl you looking godly like the real divine feminine
Ain't tryna do no reaching but I'm preaching like

Bug

G Herbo

Still Swervin

2019

switch my shoes and shit like I'm from Flight Club
I got drugs, is you gon' use 'em? Bitch, I don't like nice girls
Uh, uh, go on, get bugged
Uh, they

you kno it’s real
When my barber tapin shit too
Bitch you looking
Tryna see what the fuck you tryna do
Riding roun in the coup
Put a nigga onna news ou

might just fuck yo mommy, ay
Got ya hoe, nigga, you is a hoe nigga
Woah, woah, nigga, don’t yall know
You don’t want no smoke, woah, you should chill

Girl
Well we got enough room for You and her Too
That's if she wanna chill
No
Well if that's how you feel
Then it is what is
But shit keepin it real it

takin' too much toll on the kids
But your fella, that's a real good fella, I need him there
Tryna take the clique legit and not to make West End clubs

do is take
And we was only trying to make our way

I ain't looking for no nigga, 'cause I'm scraping
By the time they started showing love, I

up hold up
Ain't no talking
Only one way shit is going
Triple dots I'm texting
Read my message
That I'm coming through
Put ya phone down on the Highway

people don't always
And sometimes more pain is followed by more pain
I see my girl on Sundays to get me through the weekdays
And even on the weak days,

what I mean 
Never could fake the hype 
The blunted type
Tag along its kinda nice 
Kinda like an island night it flows by
Is it hot in this bit*h or me

Verse 1
HumpFree: 
Well if I left now, well that wouldn't be right
We've been livin' real dark lately, or could it be night?
PH8L:
And if you smell

the heat like the oven is on man I go off
I takeoff  on bitches jumpoff
on top of the shelf I'm the hot sauce
not for the games but I play well
never

pearls
Hair lovely love all ur curls
U my lady I don't need girls
Gimmie life u is the one
Got my love it weigh by the ton
Bein witcha so much fun
U my

Bruh It's 2 in the morning, fucking drunk
I always do this shit, though
I don't know, man. I don't think I should call
I don't think it's a good idea

I know I made mistakes I’m never perfect used to feel like I’m cursed/
When I was broke I had my dick in the dirt/
Lately I been on some shit I won’t