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I knew you wanted more
By the look you gave me before
A man exists beyond the coast
I never meant to be this cold

But you don't know
What you have

down 
Cap and gown 
Call it graduation 
Fucked her on tha spot 
I ain't need no preparation 

Fought a pussy nigga 
Made me bleed like menstruation

plummeted 
They've plummeted to Trump
Fuck this mother fucker
Man his whole family dumb
But still take Melania
And I'd motorboat her muff

I'm only offering

I'm just another ripple in the pond
The tips of my thoughts gripple on the song
Not a word well what's a word all along
Or anymore any door is opened

it day by day so I can see tomorrow,
You living for your homies, for me that's hard to swallow.
Posted on the cut, all day and you aint having no money

shell-shocked, creeping
Gotta lay low
You yell no 
 
This pain inside
Is echoed by voices as they chime
Need to lay low
You scream no 
 
I, was broken once
Don’t

And yes 
I'm home, Honey 

Touched all bases 
To get a blessing 

No more running 
But more stretching 

Keep a good place 
For my mind to use that weapon

(Chorus)
Pop it all, pop a pill, pop a seal, what’s your life like?
Yeah, Feeling lost till I rack another bar to get my mind right,
 Woh Pop it all

thinking they my homies 
If I never looked up that’s cuz homie you below me

I lay low always hanging by myself though 
Why the fuck would I need somebody

Reaching up
To the sky
And it's open wide
You're electrified

I got myself a notion, one I know that you'll understand
To set the world in motion by reaching

I’m a good man, I learn from my mistakes
I guess I must love learnin’ then
Cause I do ‘em all again
But lately, lately I’ve been wonderin’
If I could

(Yo Jason! The firebird)

Gotta get a bottom bitch
Ride or die chick
Gotta get a bottom bitch
Ride or die chick
A Ride or die chick

I need a ride

to say
I'd probably lose ya
Don't believe the rumors
All it is a few words
They gon get what they can take but baby this is your world
It's all made for

Take your time with all of me no I won't fight back
Need my life back why I can't go out like that

Sucker for the love and I'm all numb
No small talk time, location
Cruel intentions, cruel intentions
A little champagne sipping
And it keep

legs bark and bury shit
Ain't too worried bout em spreading
Anything meant for the shade
Now I curse this tree and get in the breeze
All I'm saying is

net PaQ erkle 
You can tell he spoiled by the way that he had curdled 
Producers need me for their beats all them want it murdered
They know that I got

hard when they get more we get less
Need this bread now I'm vexed, all this RBTS
Got me fucked up, they treat me like a guest
Deny me on the phone but

dollar inna 
Life fi survive
All yuh need is work and yuh life 
A fat pussy gal by yuh side 
Yeah ae ae 
Yuh nuh need ten million dollar inna life fi

to wuk gyal hard
And I love that occupation
Anuh like some guy this weh
A get by pon masturbation
We, wuk gyal like slave
When we done gyal think

surrounded by the enemy
On the battlefield of life
With his weapon raised over his raised head
He will exclaim
I am the grandson of so and so
And that will be

Callousness covered this black town
By its contours hard to find the lies
Impassive I'm going for a morning shift
Passing by stranger - dazed pilgrim

those that's innocent and guilty
Our righteousness to God is pure filthy as rags to riches
Both still filthy all need repentance for instance
I didn't

on this pier

About a quarter-mile long from the shoreline to the end way out here 
It's a place I often come to when I need to rest my heart and see things