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you the one I called on
You always had a place that I could always call home
When I got hit up in them jams ain't hear no dial tones
Mama who knew that

Yop
Look
Hit my ex bitch, she text me back and tried to shit on me
Bitch
You know I go by JO, I got that shit on me
Back in Laffy, know I push more

to be scared
When you're lonely I'm there
We can go wherever you want
With you home is anywhere

I wanna hold this pose while you look at me
I wanna dance

on the road and come back home with 50 naira
And I will show my mom
And she will be like wow wow son, am proud of you, am proud of who you have become
Vision

the root of the problem//
“Proud Boys, stand back and stand by”
Everything out that man’s trap was a damn lie
He ain’t give a crap, nigga, if your fam died

you to stuck to me
How you expect me to cool by myself
I be so lonely when I'm on the road
Hold it together I'm on my way home
I know where love's at,

to Hollywood but finally
Came home for the holidays
We talked about the past and made me
Promise you I would never change
By being modest, humble, being honest

the island
And the second, about the warning of an escapee who had just broken out of the high security mental institution not five miles from her home

the dormitory
You know you can't control me, no time for living lonely
I'm a beat that ass up, if you ain't gon' "no" me
I pass her to the homies, let her come

That i just don't get to
No rescue, i don't want it, i won't neck you
See my head too bright 
won't dull my light
Dont kiss ass i aint even that great

off no bickering
Did my dirt all by my lonely, wasn't off no witnesses
Dipping in the alley in all black, couldn't see the kid
Splitting for i had

Because of you
Rain
Because of you

Here comes the rain
By that window pane
Don't feel the same
Penny for your thoughts but I don't have change

avoiding,
Back then u wouldn't call me your homie,
Nowadays your trynna call me your broski,
I rather kick back n smoke by lonely,
Then hang with fake fuck

My words immortalized from a mortal's eyes
Do more than describe the sky, I paint demise 'till my mind's black as night
A fatal cycle, reside by

From the one we had before 
From the last place we called home 





Take our plans,
By the hand,
Hold them tight cause they're like falling sand,
Never

an angel sent for me
Or maybe my struggle was orchestrated like a symphony

Righteous son
You live by the gun
You die by the bullet 
You feel the heat when

full of shhh
And we ain't got no home remedies for that blud

KS

Blen' it up in yuh juice

life
Cut by knives
I'm broken
Pain eventually subsides
But I'm all out of thought supplies
My brain is always broken
I'm a lord among the losers
My

get the house
Spending time away from home but you can't forget ya spouse
Cant even seek peace the fans wanna meet me
And act like I'm supposed to be

slumber
When it rains it pours but I feel at home in the thunder
Asking why I'm here, I always wonder
Riddled with fears from depression and anxiety
Buckets

.40 he can't take 40 off
They always turn they back right on me
They always try to leave me by my lonely yea yea yea...

Times...
Gonn always change (Oh

Four kids that's never fathered
Lonely daughters having seeds with no degrees
What's never taught can't be teached
I'm Kojo off The leash
In the streets

Many ask me what's the key to that kind of success bro
Let me tell you the story that no one has ever known
When I was little
I dreamed about the Paris

the one for me
She was so petite but never understood my needs
No matter where I go I know milky way is home
She misses when I'm gone blowing kissing