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Fall
I want it all
But it could never take away the pain like panadol
Or tramadol
I ain’t trying to dull
See i would rather fail at this than not try

to show
I still copped ya sign I know I need you by my side
I hope it ain't too late but at least I know what's right
All them times you was inside strokin'

and wanna fix it up
I might my pride aside because you never give up
I want by side babe I'm on my way up
Love is when things hurt but you still holding on
I

young and you stressing me out
You just getting a nigga old
Ama get this guap cause this counting money
Its the only time that i fold
Is times like this i

Saw you sent a voicemail babe it was too long
Sun rays hit me too strong
And I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
Now I'm in a new phase feel like

you're hiding so go and tell me about it
And there ain't no need to rush, I'm gonna stay by your side
So let your soul unwind
And let me read your mind

CPR?!"
Well me
"HELP HIM!"
No
"Why?"
Cuz I ain't gay, fuck I don't know him

We just blew a whole rack, but we gonna get it back
I don't care about love, I

but you know what I mean

J'Something, J'Nothing if he ain't got his babe
Now now, aint' that something, ain't that the truth
Plan on spending all of my

calls in my phone be, like text me, baby call me,
I miss you, want you right here, I wanna give you all me,
I'm outside like a runaway, if it ain't bout

told her she could pop it
No don't call me pappie, I don't know nobody
She know I got drive this ain't no Harley , Kawasaki
This that Maserati, make me

walking on the beach
These Judas ain't gon conquer me
My music got the farthest reach

They say it's impossible
I say that's implausible
Can't convince me

me down
Playing don't let me down riding round
And when im by myself i'm playing "Right Back Around"
What if it all works out in the end
I got my mama

(Ain't gat million dollar)
Do it for the love not the money (Do it for the love not the)
Press your body like piano
Jeano you're my dark skin baby

Ah, oh

like talk shows 
Record your babes like go you pro
She blow me off like dynamite 
Billing up this green I burn it with the lean 
I was broke and being

lying girl tell the fucking truth
Yeah yeah 
You know I'm in the booth
Always told you 
Got nothing to do
So you link me up like yeah its cool
I ain't see

my head 
It hits me right then
This town belongs to the dead   
Maybe if I get lucky
I’ll see a ghost tonight
Go out drinking with Al Capone

overwhelmed by my emotions
She told me babe at least that you are self aware yuh
And in the end I know that you care bout the both of us
She don't seem

rap? Tell me what is rap? (What is rap?)
What is rap? (Witchdoctor)

It's the heart and soul
Of the niggas, and these dirty red walls and toes
It's

(Ight yea let's get it)
Plans for my next year
Shifting into next gear
Have plans for my dawgs
Plant in me, then we go off
Never sell yourself short,

a money man
Keep on talking man
Take you down south in Blakeys van

Fresh and funky
That's how my foot tastes
We trim it down
Because we aint reppin taupe

lives to hang out
So don't you tell me you don't know what I'm talkin' about

Cause I need you, baby
When the sun comes out and the birds cry out
Ain't no

it like that
I could give you the world
But how many guys promised you that
I like to be authentic
So when you hear that shit
Please tell me babe don’t

of me

But I know you different
I understand you're pain
Know you'll hold me down
I'll try to do the same

Babe I'm at this function
I'm lost stuck in

You don't feel what i use to feel
You don't feel
You don't feel my pains
And we do go cinema
You too hard like a decimal babe
You're killing me this