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shit in they mouth
Bring her back to the crib we don't go to the room
We just fuck on the couch
I swear that bitch play Call of Duty all she do is crouch

relying on sedatives
Hard to spark discussion when the room is so sensitive
We need to mention what our gender is in front of sentences
We losin' freedom

Written by Scott Gonzales (Sinizter)


I ain't nothin like you I'm the fuckin' goat/
You do too much bitin' you need a muzzle hoe/ 
I'm pickin' up

Tell yo bitch to get off me
Off white, all this off on me
Speaker knockerz, I did it by my lonely
No imagination I'm livin' like
I'm Tony Montana

How should I just start this
Maybe start by saying
That I'm flyer than a partridge
Or that I have more ink on
Than a Kinkos printer cartridge
Or that

That a man in white appears in her room
He greets her in the sweetest of tones
"I am the Way, my daughter" she weeps and she knows
She needs to go

Powder room
Dying light
Who's prince charming to you snow white
You found your lover
Went to the moon
To get it on with your needle and spoon
Oh yeah

right now
Might've had a few too much right now
Baby got a cute two tucked right now
Yeah right now
Yeah right now
By the moment shorty even enter

a room with no end in sight
White knuckle these attacks when they strike
And wait for looming darkness to subside
It's trapped inside and I can't let it

And nine months of rain
It's a moldy room
It's an empty swamp
It's a crowded beach
It's a flimsy chair
It's a rub and tug
It's a flying bug
It's

Two Beers Better
                                                  Music and Lyrics by James A. White

Well she came into the bar and I tell you 
She

parked and sparked
I hotboxed the car
There's a life is short neon sign by the door
And there's a bad blonde bombshell the bar
Locked eyes from across

Oh, kay, I'm
Dying to meet me, life full of freebies, life is a freebie, some more than most
Room with a tifi, game on the fifi, I'm yelling out cus'

Love of mine
Someday you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light
Or tunnels, to gates of white
Just our

shoulda stayed at home
One band, on my kicks
Twist on top my mid Dunks
I'm on my Corona shit
I hit you with a fist bump
Black and yellow Off White hoodie

deserved
And then I woke up
Boo hoo, straight white man want more stuff
I know but, I'm so stuck
And these rappers faux bruh, like
They catch the eye but

bitch was the
One but it ain’t last
Zoey 101, got my white bitch swiping
Set the play on me? I don’t
Advise you to try it jimmy Craig with me
I don’t

pink rooms and fire flies in window pane
Cat crossing your domain so very glad you came
Never be the same

What a ride round off and fly onto

White flashing lights
Dance with yellow lines
A stop in a quiet town
Cold night without a sound
Heavy eyes from the drive
And the long year behind
It

Yeah, uh (Not from YouTube)
It's a new opp by the way
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Yeah, uh

Uh, lookin' like I just spilled
Wock'

it
How can you tell

Lime green
Sight see
Whatever I did I did it inside white-t too
I survived
Around that time I decided
To abide by the Gregory

friends
I wore you out all the way to the end
Sipping on pure white
Wondering why you're not by my side
All the arguments
It was over some stupid shit
You

stretched

Where I'm from we came up from
Bipping whites in them ac's
Uhn uhn you not all that baby you need to relax
Uhn uhn 3 of my diamond chains alone

White noise in a sober room
Leaves space to assume 
Trying to say what's on my mind
Meaning's crucified
By words that just hang in the air