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heaven on your mind
But I want you to keep holding on
Have you ever had time to think things over until you see so clear
What more you could have done?

colorful
Love troublesome by designer fashion
That monochrome profile of passion compiled of asking
Myself what life without a record sold
Tryna reconcile

So, what's going on?
Oh, can't hold on
No one i belong
I've been giving a sign
I have to decline
You sipping my wine
So twine

mode 
She telling me yes or no fuck is this a poll
Been going through shit since I was 8 years old (for real)

Got the chemistry like I'm on a pick

when im smokin'
Everybody got they vices
My old head is till a coke head
Me and my brothers broke bread
With a couple dollars in my pocket
I got 'em

a new ride
You so bad you can't come, round my niggas
'Cause all us thirsty, really though
We be goin' in, like we all got curfews
Really though by

the preacher, you're a fuckin' idiot
But who am I to tell, I keep my face in my shell
I keep my cash in my dungarees and I don't really care
I keep my uh, I speak

back to hogtying beats up and stepping on it
Back on our old shit just like Nino Bless is on it
Crowds screaming, the fans can get excited
And oh, as far

glock out
Imma 7 figure bitch

So you know I'm going to stand out . Coco from the fucking floor
Bitch you know I call that man down. Spent a 100 on my

You no fit to handle am
If I put all the pressure for your body
You go fall down
Omo no be stamina
Na baba God Dey run am
Charlie, no be by power

Me

means it like I really like the colors
And it really makes I really like the style
I just really like the colors of it and it's like so good to me

And I

wit the GOAT
For my people I'm really the hope
I'm a star and they grab on the rope
Put a 8th in a wood and I toke yea
Oh you made me a menace you left

That's just how I'm feeling but you asked I said nothing
Oh why you running
Amazed by your saving
And this life is amazing

Ah
Ah
My dog a shooter, I can't get his ass to chill
So I just tell him keep his head up in that wheel
And shoot for 30 on them drills
Traumatized by

really duck homies yeah
Deese major label tryna line em
So I wont let these fuck niggas sign me
I just stack ma lil paper from music
Den do what I wanna do

Romper Room

Juggaknots

Clear Blue Skies

2003

none, you're done, you're through
Everybody packs so you're jacked by the ABC crew
Another baby criminal living in the drama
With a trigga for a nigga

I'm eleven years old at the 7-Eleven
Arizona and some Combo's sent in from heaven
Heading back on my bike backpack strapped tight
Right turn thighs

Long feelings I been feeling so long
Lately they've been growing so strong
Feels so good yet it's so wrong
Flesh is weak but you're in my mind
Don't

seven feel like heaven, dawg.
Learned I ain't tryna be no L.c.B. right from Kevin, dawg.
Canada, Turkey, and Japan jam me heavy, dawg.
Count up every

Ain't work since 95'
So you know my paper stay legit
Drimonds (Diamonds) on my bumper kit
That bitch
I'm in a fuckin' seven series on some kicks
Bitch

Let's just say she get my cartridge to work
I don't really know who got it the worst
I don't really know who got all the hurt
I don't even know
Let's

heaven
If it's really there, is it really where I wanna be?
My shitty friends ain't getting in there
I can only do so much drinking alone
Before I

Oh yeah, they really need it
This shit bouncy, I gotta catch the flow
Oh yeah, yeah, you a damn true man
Uh, they really need it

Watch the worst

in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain't even know
Walkin' out the Gucci store, 'bout to spend a hundred so
Lil' bitty bitch, with a big booty