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you know you gonna be fine -
The scent is sweet it'll sweep you off your feet - You grip it too hard make your poor hand bleed -
Like the grave where I

on my back 
You can thank me fucking later
R.I.P to Gio
Prey you watching over
Surrounded by our niggas
But been very lonely lately
Swear I'm not a killer

a life devoid of fun 
Where have you been these past couple months?
My hands are cold I can't feel anything now

I need the truth
'Cause without you, I'll

or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh)

What's goin' on on the floor?
I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore

was just dreaming 
Slap her ass, get the neck, now I'm fuckin leaving
I don't got that much time to waste on you
'Less we talking money, I'm tryna get

held by a broken thread  
Sharp ends fell, as I lay down

If you had my eyes to see how life has ripped me apart
Even in the after life, will run into

I’ve been grinding 7DAYS with my plans on lock
I’ve been grinding 7DAYS, they like where you at?
I’ve been grinding 7DAYS and I will not stop
Yeah!
For

up with them, and not down and regretting 
Instead raining confetti
So then and by then the people that always be hating
Will be like, "Oh wow" 
You

And I am too out of control

She says "Close your eyes
Baby you're better off now blind
Trust in me by your side
Your gentle guide
And I'll cradle your

all and faithlessness
In a world where the lies never stop
On a planet now dying from stupidity
Feeling left behind
Isolated by reason and insanity

In

Hey girl, where are you from 
I've got a loaded gun 
It's not what you think 
Don't be rude to me 
Show some sympathy  
I've got a heart of gold

And all the women are so damn pretty
But you were flying by
Asked if I would like a ride

Now I'm terrified
Lord knows I don't fly
But we got so high

surrounded by rats
1922
What we gonna do
Grab up the 22s
From under under you
And blunt your ass with the facts
I am murderous 
I'm something suckers can't

Depp I bet you won't catch this
Now stop - I got to get back to it
This is about way more than the music
This is about more than the words that I'm using

Summer 86', Mama feeling labor pains
God bless her, little did she know she's finna make a king
Yea, she made a king, now I'm making major change
In

Looking back at 23 like where'd those years go
Im a couple dollars short as the beer gut grows
The years blend more as the time goes by
And I wish I

flames

Julie, the windshield's cold
And you and me have no place to go
I've been driving all night in this car
I'll never get where you are

Inflated,

the weight
And I ain't been myself
But somehow I'm feeling great
When I'm all alone by myself
With a blunt of weed and a sour face
Yes I love you, but I can't

mouth like you're the ones running the whole scene now
Are you senile? Get down
Fuck mumble rap then I'll send it home like it's a rebound
Be on ground,

Somebody tell me what loyalty is
I've been left for dead by many
Now I'm a one man army who won't trust any
Human being in existence 
Very few are

Random messages of love
Light the fuse of what's to come
Meant to be 
And now the skin is crawling
Rooftops burn against the moon 
They are calling me

Where I live now
I wanted to show you this
My eyes go blind
When you unwind
Can't find the time and leave the past behind

Got a good thing going
Falling

fucked, It felt so real
I now want you by my side
But you are someone I cant go back too

Every niggas got a vision where kicking it
My flows are becoming aliterate
Sorry sorry it's my target I'm hitting it
Got a skippy skip flow
Hit the lick