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When you gotta keep your homies by your side
I’m so I’m so fly in the cockpit
If I want something then I cop it
They don’t know the struggle
Dorang

time for it, got them pipes on us

Pack this bitch up
Huh, light this bitch up
Huh, this ain't no stick-up
Huh, but them sticks up, oh
He stuck

Got a feeling coming
Something to move us towards the right way
The fire inside growing
Only a matter of time before it takes place

So don’t let go

These withered pages of a chapter undone
From the ink of a poison pen spoken by a serpents tongue

It comes in waves, the bitter realisation,
Another

Stone Cold Killer, yeah

Hunt it down and I owe it nothing
I’m on my way now to being something
Gonna take your place yeah you know I’m coming
Better

gonna be the beggar's stone shattering your window pane

'Cause I've been up for the last time
Walking on empty eggshells
Held in fascination by

in the night
Something is coming
Holding your soul, you're out of control
The sound's getting louder taking us higher

When you see the burning sky

surroundingssounding gangstas
Dead and puff bodies get founded
Brooklyn what a finding street puffing
Benoisy people in the window
Hoping that see something
Fees buggin

through m like a grayhound
All tthis shit around my neck
Got me weighed down
Tell the bitches no time for
Me to play around
I only want it from the waist

Verse 1
Sunday, air so thick with love
And the ballet, of connections had begun
No time to question, is it right or wrong?

Verse 2
Tuesday,

more hours
The stewardess wants to know Sekt or wine
By the look of your face it's your very first time
Just curious, do you like me now?
This is how you

U Gonna Love It
words & music by Agnieszka Burcan

Life could be fun
Babe, it could be done,
And you're gonna love it, yeah
 
First, we'll catch

I'm Dedicated  you can hear it in my talk
I'm Dedicated  x4

Verse 1
If you don't stand for something you will fall for anything
I stand for

bad as fuck
By the smoking and still'll line you up
Like the ruler
Mind on money making maneuvers
Never make the news again
My legal shooter'll do ya

lord forgive us another
(funeral) more times than not it's niggas
That's real cool with you
Probably drunk a brew or two and
Now niggas is shooting you

Dwelling in the past is something I should have never done
I might lose my head when all of this is said and done
Too many hours with you sitting

of a storm
But it's
Type crimson time-shifters and technicians
Couldn't keep track of how
I trek through dimensions
Did I mention spitting venomous prose

lay down in the bed and still feel 'er
I see her face when I walk by the mirror
Got her voice stuck in my head
I still hear 'er
Trips to China, scents,

can I talk to you)
Here's something to get your mind right
More than half of your men of God ain't Christlike

I know you said touch not my anointed
But

waste any time while I got it
I been flippin rhymes for some dimes
And I profit

Life's too short, Death's not long enough
Mirrors look back to remind me

With your high beams on and
You're speedin' on 95
Turn the radio up just to
Feel something when I drive
And I can't grip the steering wheel
And I

Out here tryin' to get
Respect, but at the same time it's like
"Fuck you" you
Know what I'm sayin'? But, I
Guess it's just me, ventin' right now
It's

me in a zone
It's a lot of you motherfuckers
That did a nigga bad
You got me fucked up this time

No matter what happens
I promise I keep it real

And locked up-swallowed by a crocodile
Miles from civilization
I make shit up all the time
Like to levitate truth in my mind
Like to make you root against me