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that I can feed my pride
Or be dead on the inside
Don't wanna be recognised but heard by the blind
They can break your heart even if you kind
Can't see

alone but I'm lonely
I seem to check in on people that never phone me this
Cinematic poetry
Misguided by its potency
I base my life off characters

Flowers in the dark don't grow too pretty
Love like sunlight
I'm too dimmy
Can't accept all the love they give me
Parts of my soul still need some healing

consistent and I know I make that pum pum rain
She call me, call me like, yo, what's up
I can tell by her tone, what's up
Cutie's trying to get low, 2am she's

like nah
Imma just post on the main that I'm moving away so she stalk on my insta like yuh, yuh,yuh

She thought the dick on my waist was a gun
Imma come

bring her friend let em fuck I'm just watching
Fuck her like I love her treat her like she nobody
Thought she was a Pretty Ricky bitch she like Yo Gotti

the floor
I do everything, but somehow you're still asking me for more
Girl, that hurt me to my core
You're such a pretty little bird, but you clip your own

the pretty women please keep bouncin, 
All the artists out there, mic check!

Bring the music back, bring the music back y'all,
Bring the music back, bring

funny enough, I really be chillin' (What?)
I be in my zone (Okay)
Women be walkin' up and talking tough in they queen tone (Respect)
But shit, I don’t

I got my aim up
I got my aim high
Fuck out my way though
Im trynna get by
I was never accepted
I was always neglected
Told myself they'll regret it

I'm all up in her stomach
Here by any measure
Pleasure party baby pretty Ricky
See the track like it's the city
Chassis light so I know you not getting

Divinity (huh)
I can see all the Infinities (huh)
Arrived in my Margiela Merkabah
I received all the indemnities

Louis Vui-tton tone the melanin
Float

That's one of a kind 
I'm adding punch lines 
I'm jamming to grime 
Improvin' my tone 
I want it refined 
I want it sublime 
I'm taking my time 
Ain't

super hard
I feel like I'm the next superstar
My competitive nature a driving force
I'm not threatened by failure I stay the course
Niggas spending their

pretty sure I'm tapped in
But baby girl
My baby thang
You gotta stop them questions Told you go with the flow
Just Trust don't be a hoe
Go Love you-self

getting by, bitch.
I'm pretty as shit, so I murder thy bitch.
She loves RIP and she is in love with my dick.
passion money in my bank account now she wants.

she bend it over touch her toes
You know I bring the baddest bitches out at all my shows
Bitch I'm lit in real life fuck a post
And I'm really getting

best friend when you by my side
Now you all alone and I ain't surprised
Why I let you get that close, I wonder why
I was memorized by your pretty eyes

of the team?
Because I highly doubt it
Every man's got his limits
So we booked the venue out 
And now it's looking pretty overcrowded 
Surrounded, by lady Mona

on a little nick
Billington tried to fuck me without a warning
Wrapping a pretty boy ken Barbie doll parody
Put you back in that plastic my alter ego split
I

Trudy: Have you been drinking?
Pete: The whole country is drinking!

I need: Wings to fly and boots to march
Something for my lingering eye when
It

of time 

Introverted 
Extroverted 
Thought perverted 
Damaged by society 
By what I see 
What I hear
I am amazed 
In a maze of perplexity
Not sure how I

the bag
Getting the money attractive like that
Tony my tone, shawty on rose
Pretty she worth all that Vogue, smoking I'm woke
Stressing the hoes, running

switches, cutting up and showing out
He like watching when I wash and tone, and moisturize my glow
Because he don't know the vernacular I know, no he don't