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his self-praise
Now they got me working on Sundays
Oh my bad Let me rephrase

They got you working on holidays
Now you don't even know who God is
God is

The tireless American rose.
Graced our fallen,
Pricked our foes.
A graveside decoration,
Saluted by soldiers,
A comfort to widows,
The perfume

again if I could go back and change history
I miss my bro, I be wishin' you was here with me
Havin' long talks by myself like you was there with me

defeated death not a bunny
They make up holidays to get money
You'll get stung if you play with the honey
I am blessed it's way different than lucky
Yahweh

Either you live, or you die. The struggle's real
Strychnine Records
Prophet
Yo Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change

out them C8's step on shit live pavement
Hoping out that alley with them drakes we put up ninas
Treat shit like i'm Brady in the 4th, they in

Never bend never fold gotta live by that code 

I Ain’t nothing like these peons who switch like transgenders 
Try something on me thanos snap like

I'm stuck here on the 405 rush hour in LA
But there ain't nobody rushing anywhere
One more BMW cuts me off again
I slam my brakes and miss him by

wish ah happy marvellous holiday 
Live WI life to da fullest 
I wanna hol your han, an love you for your jokes 
Walk by Yuh side an snuggle pon di couch

away outer space
Never losing grace

Bae I can’t wait another day
I’m all alone all up in my Mercedes
Star light up glowing show me all the ways
Fly by

I look day one, day one

Fast forward to back in 06
Now I pass for Von Trap and you Fist
These years go by, now it’s 7 later
I’m surprised to realize

This be wavy California 
Ninja game I sneak up on y’a 
Get swept up by my aroma 
Head to toe in Damir Doma 
Game so tight so tight it’s over  
Peace

Maybe our love lives in the hallways of this building, always
And all the paths you walk, one day my feet will step
And I'll be thinking of you
Yeah,

a holiday for the good times
Smell loud from a mile away smoking on good thai
Want to know why
I hideaway, keep a low profile, X-Files when I get by
In

stuck with this  whole addiction, I’m in love with the trap in all season,
For a while I been feeling this way
And I never fold on a bro, cause we live by

losers
Swallowed by the real world
The one that doesn't wait
Sinking in the real world
The one that wants you to pay

Your rent, your mortgage, you car

a bad day, that's ok
Let's send that inner critic on a holiday
Are you lost along the way? (hmmm)That's ok
Ain't no rush babe, it's a day by day

Tried

Everyday Na holiday so me I no Dey wan stress nobody 
Bad energy go far away make I live my life abegi no dull me 
I know you sabi dance so I go give

a Geeza
Dressed real sexy looking like a diva
But she's a fast gyal I can't keep her
Come thru to the telli 5 star that's the holiday inn
She get on her

Love has been mistaken for possession
Every L I took was just a lesson
It's hard to not have my heart
Some where by my sleeve
But for now I keep it

would care
You live in New York
I'm in LA
You're never there
Spaghetti by the fountain
At the Grove
I fell in love
I wish we could make it work
But

consistency by rule
And if you need it
I got it
I got it
Make a livin
Make a killin too
Either way you gonna live and die before you're through
Everybody just

Met a girl named Olivia, Parents from Bolivia
Said she had a baby daddy but he didn't live with her
Think you gonna get with her
Homie what you

I'm stuck here on the 405 rush hour in LA
But there ain't nobody rushing anywhere
One more BMW cuts me off again
I slam my brakes and miss him by