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To you shit I done seen look like UFOs
You never seen that
War wounds turn to keloids
On the way gotta watch out for decoys
Take a detour by the seashore

a certain credit score.

It's time to go, and let these hoes know

You ain't taking they shit.

I promise you, you keep it up— then you about to get hit!

I'm

By the way, we would hate that you wrote this musical about us. We're very private people.
 
Well, good thing I'm never going to tell you about it!

through
Oh, a, oh

They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh, a,

impressed by her goals 
Her credit correct  dont  check the fold
 Her actions just so fresh and bold 
She a heartthrob bandit step your game up magnet
 Make

a hug
Universal acceptance
Raise the serotonin
Like penance
I cherish the seconds
I get to make up
For bad credit
Stoic and wretched
Till I found that

She gave him headaches and he gave her gold
He saw her coming while he blew his load
Negative credits and a sprinkle of salt

Then she said
cll

I Still Miss You
Written by: Van Marsalis
I took this run to Reno thought there'd be no time to kill
Then later in Las Vegas met this waitress she

She know I'm down ride

Shorty Pretty inside  

I keep her by my side 

She look at me for all the vibes 

2nd verse 

Hoes hit me but I leave them

for the whole day
Stuck by my side when I broke down in the East Bay
Stack low, I'm bankrupt, broke as fuck, I'm bankrupt
Tired of that same stuff,

This Minnesota mile
Cannot be crossed
Without you

This South Dakota mile
Cannot be crossed
Without you by my side

These colored elevations
We can

coffee shop cause your
Pops gave you a loan, shit
But I digress
What I’m sayin’s what’s inside my chest
It’s defined by all the girls
And guys I’ve met who

I couldn't use her to cope
But that wasn't healthy either she had me by the throat
Not a diss, but I ain't missing all the games that we played
I

Man aint wise man aint super
Man aint fly man will dispose of those he
Despise by any means schemes and lies
Just so man appears righteous in man's

yourself credit and add some value
I used to to be you, afraid of the truth
Don't wanna become a person like you
Or anyone else, as a matter of fact
Gotta

Solo
Shinin bright, I'm in a fuckin Star War
Jumpin upstairs, cos I'm learnin fuckin parkour
Credit card swipe, slap you with a stink palm
Blowin up

Satellite
Will Paquin
Produced by

Will Paquin
Release Date

August 20, 2021
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[Verse 1]
Is that a satellite
Or is that

Farm need you right by my side
Credit check so I can see if you lie
I know you don't like me like that
Same room now you like me that's cap
Girls wit me

the pages start to curl 
Down there by the fire at the end of the world 

Drove straight south til the road met the water 
Split a half a gram, & a hit

different modes
you learned how to sing my credits card codes 

I learned you cant eat more than ten apples a day 
once you did it in Denmark and you started

luck you’ll need it
Just spread depression and disgust wherever you go
Even garbage is disgusted by the sight of you 

E-nough
I’ve had enough of all

Single mom I was raised by her, in a place where the hate triumphed
Half white, half Latin, so my inner conflict was a race riot
She said I'd never

One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.

But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge

you a winner

Now pull aside for my victory lap
O fetsa ho mpona me kill die plek
A massacre by the mystery chap my name Jabula
Sweetest taboo like