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We hit Chicago last week
We hit New York last month
LA Miami for then
Baltimore Atlanta and then Boston
I hate the way I sing
I wish I sounded like

Spend a paycheck on a handbag
What I used to make a month I could blow that
I don't check the price tag I just buy it
Said I'm meant to be rich and I

I remember, I didn't have none
Follow my gut
Straight to the cut. Yeh
Guap, at the end of the month
As it came in
Quick it went out. Yeh
Planned it

I wish that I had met her at a party
Just to see how she would act
Yeah, I know she likes Bacardi
But I brought us 1800
Couple shots now three months

and see
What do you say
But I've kinda stopped caring
I know that's what you wanted anyway

On the wind I heard a sigh
The sound of months and months

grow
I compare myself to who I was a month ago
Don't care, don't dare
The thoughts that wouldn't let me go
Visions in my eyes, it's keeping me alive
This

always keep in touch
You said once, ain't enough
Now it's been a couple months
Don't I always come in clutch
And tonight you just in
And your man keeps

different)
Poppin' off for like two months
(Two months) 
But I've had a passion since '08 (Since ‘08)
Put my jewellery on, it's a cold day
(It's cold) , I'm in

year four months with you
And only about half of that felt true
Let's lay this to rest, it's for the best

I lay my head down on the table
I start

the next, you are gone
Fuck you, Shady i love you, David

It's been a minute, girl, said I crave you
Bitch i've been high for hella
Months, goin' crazy, bitch

of the ashes
So I call a shrink that I saw on TV
Now my name's on a list
'Bout 3 months and he'll see me
I'll find your feet and i'll see you there
He looks like

on the way up I'm way out of line
500 a month I swear I ain't lying
Know how bad I wanted to buy that ring
Riding around don't matter
Bitch I'm a man I'll

i look into
This great city's skyline
I am reminded of how little time i have left
3 months, minus tour, so only two months
I wonder if we'll ever

three months and I figure your wasted
I was down bad got me losing my patience
Swore I wouldn't let it phase me
So I'll go and write a song while you hate

Seven isolated months
Just to come back to square one
We both agreed that this was done
Now we're standing at my door
Won't say I don't want to let

thumbs ache
You was on Youtube and
Google for month's straight
Searchin', so you can spit personals
But you not a boss asshole so that
Shit ain't gon' work

it one more time
I've been waiting for the chance to sing
This since the month of march

Oh, when you're feeling down
What can you do? (Uuh, refresh,

his block, paint yo whip
On some Maaco shit
You make five hundred a week? That's
What I pay for zips
You make two thousand a month? That's
What I pay

I just flipped the switch I'm the breaker, oh no
I don't need nobody I can do this shit solo
Haven't heard from you in months I'm burning all our

see me try to run
Run from you cause I am done
Go take a pic I'll only be here for a month
Tired of the games, I'm so done
And now I'm feeling

long
That's what I told myself two months ago
I'm so lost in my thoughts
I can't find a way home
And I don't know where to go
No, no, no
Demons let me go

the autumn gold
The maple leaves line the path of pan handle
Place to stay

San Francisco’s sold
Took me four months to find where the artist go
I found my

drop I still remain chill
Plotting on how the fuck to drop this fucking album for months
Soon as I drop this motherfucker might just sign me a deal
I

to discuss
Too much to talk after seeing ignorance through the decades years and months

Every night i saw it everyday I felt it
Skeletons stuffed all in your