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really be tryna chill but I ain't got no time to lose
Mr. Fuck these bitches by the two You know how lil Wauppo do
You want yo hoe then come get her she

into space
Then I'm aiming for the moon
Then I'm landing on mercury
Cool the planet down and that probably be berserk of me
I always been an oddball
Try

I had a dream I was harassed by demons
They would kiss my ass if I ever get into Heaven
Now pick a number between six and seven
Whether you're

the last track on the album
Turn that autotune off I gotta shout out some of my inspirations
First off Casey. Fuck that bitch
And my man Mr. Moon. Shout out

Christmas today

Snowfall comes softly tumbling
Mr. Robin has something to say
The Mistletoe is gleaming
Soft lips come stealing
I think it must be

We popped a bottle then hit the throttle all the way up
Eighth of fungus, alligators and the darkest hush
Turned up the volume on Mr. Anderson

Voodoo Kiss

Mr. Big

Lean into It [Bonus Tracks]

1991

I have the full moon fever
A black cat cut across my path
Put a spell on me Mademoiselle
I want somebody to love me back
I need somebody to love me

ain't doing enough
But if you listen to everybody you'll be looking all crazy and fucked up

Every one is stupid, every one is dumb
Shout out to the moon

Delilah 
cll act the same like Mr Smith an crawled in side ya 
Dodge those bullets feel no pain cos i am Neo not the same
Bullet train the flow i'm spitting

Left by the side of the road
Breathing but out cold
Vultures coming in droves,
Celebrating your bones
cnd I'm still here
You claimed the sun,
So I'll

use my tears to motivateI never blow they still dey hatebeing loving the pain for log timeIt's life I will still dey grind I'm Mr. patient waiting for

turning blue
Do this for my brothers I'd die by my crew
Gave your bitch space when she asked for the moon
Stalking my story with all of your Goons
Beat that

too
I still got the dream that I always had, I'm still tryna go to the moon
I just put a who with a who, by watching a fool I know what not to do
Stay

the season to be jolly, kill the vibe then it's a vote
Don't you make me say it Too Short when the whistle blow
Santa hat and stalkings then I'm with her by

chipaaa
Sick of the sickaaa when the diamond rings glittaaa slippa never that I'm ex goon 
Mr top drummer I can then see the moon 
Pop a John swag imma need

be a Craig Vill song
Niggas thought that riding in a car that mean it's hard to hit you
Solving issues by swinging choppers, ripping through scar

what is that
Peekin on me
Like back back back
Sun moon tattoo on my back
Keeps me grounded
Thats a fact
Hated last month
Then we coming back

I

and Mr. Hyde to the fiends, zombie brain eating freaks
Stained by bloodstains of pain with the creeps
Cannibalistic vision, aim at the beast
Terrain strange

home she’s all alone
She wipes her nose gets out her phone
Two missed calls by Mr. Midnight
Rough romance it’s true
Work sucked I’m bankrupt let me under

It's Mr. Suave in this bitch
You might not like it but your wife type did
I slide right through the whole scene and I'm scoping
Hoes steady chatting

all the time and I actually did the work
Took a minute now it's made life was dealing lemons but now it's sweet
To the moon like Houston but I can win

embedded berettas to shoot
Product will move and it better get through
Else you gon see a next medical crew
Followed by the government in the blue
Empires

i'ma sip up some mo' (pour up some mo')
I'm sipping muddy but I don't got cold
Im smoking gas and its strong
Took some shrooms, I'm up on the moon
What

show chauffeured by EMS
If you aint fucking with the Club you should reassess
All I do is win hoe We The Best
Hip-hop hit a recession
We here to feed