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them all go in such a rush

When the mailman come 
He brings the morning sun 
Sitting somewhere there on his back 

I sit and watch the world go by

outside with it but I be up in ya crib
And the Break pads squeaking when we crushin in the back
Got them 4 windows tinted it don't matter where we at
By

your hoe
Open up the door I float to
You I never touch the floor
I bring you dreams I make you
See the nothingness inside of me
You may of heard

know what to do though
Go get up on that bar
Shake that shit to Pluto
Then bring it back to Mars
And they just seeing stars
When we rolling through

but what they say is unuseful
We youth too in between old and new school
Fuel full E.N.E.R.G.Y I'll bring you back you soul soon

Am not a main

The evil that people do
Bring it then we see it through three of us
Ain't no one stopping till we
Get a piece of you see you like peekaboo
Your game

I found myself a place  
 Where nothing fits 
 And I'm just mixed up 
 Convuloted questions fill 
 My unprotected mind 
 My soul is torturing  
 My

call
Quick to take a swing but what
Would you go to bat for?
Look, the passion's back in the room
It's all love until there's racket
And the master

high I'm a spaceman uh
Take my soul look I'm dead now
Bring me back on some meds now
Bitch giving loadsa fuckin head now
Bitch sucking dicks for

of snooze
Got to play by the rules
Lot of days, got to lose
Lot of fake, lot of news
Lottery chances slim lot of they fancy him
Lot 'em say, "Can't be him"

with your girls
You say fuck your man though
Two jobs puts the wishing living by the bando
No I'm not dissing, I know you can handle
Big girl go, go, get

room
Classified by how they give brain
Molly tabs, acid tabs
Take that shit straight to the brain
Turnin' up with my old niggas
Thought I blew but ain't

Still homegrown 
Know where I'm from gotta stay living
Winning 

Feeling so blessed for every seed sown
Do this for the love of my own soul
Snitch can't

soul,
Whether 9 to 5 grind,
Or haters talkin' 'bout me online,
That's why I be working most of the time,
That's prolly why I hate when I waste a moment

before I do
cn instant classic by none other than Maimouna Youssef
Dig the lyrics jack, she's dropping some knowledge and making you feel good too
c little

But still I walk around 
Cursed to spend eternity 
By the graves to which I'm bound 

I wither and decay 
Yet linger and remain 

A clueless victim

you I don't feel any pain now
My foolish dreams were pursuing day by day even when I can't control them wow
You the first I loved and the last whom I

soul in you
And trust can be fucking cruel
Lust ain't my kinda' tune

It's in the expressions
It's in the expressions that we give
I'm learning to lessen

the faith you have will bring me back
With you by my side we'll face it all
If I fall, you'll catch me darling
If I'm down I know you'll be right there
I've

under me
Oh my dungaree
Blood overy
Yeah
Holding me
Soul is free
Yeah yeah
Let it be
Bring the beat back hoe
Let take em on a trip with the double 2 flow

rats or moles

For the victims there is no way back there can be no release
Not even a stake driven through the heart can bring them inner peace
Till

Ice lol that
Would this bring you fossils back to your senses
Probably not
We do anything and still hear you complain
You worship Jay-Z and still hav8ng

you like a ring in my ear
But you're so much worse because you bring back fear
Guilt was your weapon of choice and you made so much noise
Making me feel

on the payroll
By selling your soul
I know this for a fact
So I think about my dreams
And how they make me feel
Got thoughts in my head
Like pennies I collect
I'm