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cww ya well this ole gal called she said need me to make a service call cause she all clogged up said she parted ways with her man well baby you made

the pain that I feel inside 
Slowly losing myself and the man that I was to the slow and steady demise 


I give up I give in 
I can't believe that I let it

fuck and then we make up
Later, throwing shit up in my face like tornados, we only the way up
You didn't take me serious, babe I noticed
Acting so

the picture make sure you look behind it
Before you start praising the farther like he's your Heynis
My kindness comes with a bag of weed
And I'm all shit outta

listenin' (why, why)
Notes all full of lyrics that's what everything was written in
Got the track on lock by the way that you see me grippin' it
Ballin' like

that's Yeti, Yeti
And then you show up with the style and that's just make me, make me like

who are you boy. Where've you been boy
Look so fly. Playboy

may feel as if nothing we do
To really change the world
That it is what it is
But if we can make even the slightest difference
Well maybe we can leave

weed make me paranoid than a bitch, yeah
Broomstick nigga that's the blick
Broomstick ain't cleaning the kitchen
And cuz still serving grits
Never been

I'm still alive live live live live
When I lied you cried I died inside side side side
You're gone and left me why why why why why
It was too many

in our path
It's the way of the cross, niggas chilling on the Ave
While we in the studio steady calculating math

You never see me spitting a rhyme

rhyme
I'll send him off from the tops so the cops 
Could arrest 'em for fraud, and the moms and the pops
Give me props for my dope flows, master the chops

on shit
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit
Spin it 'round one time
Close my eyes, then click
Once I'm dead, maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off

You wanna fuck me, I'll fuck you Too
I'm in a dark place, tight space Girl I need some room
You keep fucking up my mood

to mop wit
Out here getting it
Money pile ya get to flipping it
Just getting by man I'm sick of it
Living proof
Kill the game till the wrist is lit

really sucks and I'm over it/

Verse 2:

I think I need counselin/
I never thought I would be surrounded by so many problems they keep pilin/
Meanwhile

him all up in his face
Get his ass erased
We gon' make that lil' nigga a thang
And I can't never change

Know I'm coolin' it, I'm with the gang
Niggas

at all this honey dripping off me
 
I'm on this road to be on it
Not to be known for my sonics
I know it's where God is
So on this track I'll be honest
Je

in the cup, make a nigga want a hammock
Bitch in the back, now the appetite salmon
Please don't ask me a question, the streets get flooded, all because

We can go home, call it a day
But what's the fun in that?
We ain't got that much time to waste
The night went by so fast

Last thing I wanna do

Hop in the studio and we litty again
Hitman done did it again
Shoulders
Move
Somebody gon make this a trend
I stick out I never learned how blend
In ten

see me
Weed so loud it make me go mute
Ducked off in the cut mixed vodka with juice
Don't try to talk to me, I don't know you
I don't know you

Shawty

I Can't Make You

Unknown Prophets

Now You Know

2001

I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I would lay down my

when I'm hungover from the
booze I won't be fooled by the ghouls disguised
as friends I hold no resentment
I won't let the past stop me from being

actin' cold
I know you wanna dig it, but don't leave me in this hole
I'll bury you in love, cause I don't wanna be alone
Mayday, mayday, eject me from this