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With that nine by your side
I mean the diamonds dancing on me
Let the kids do the flossing
Up late tossing turning
Cause she's posting all my songs

surreal, Your love is so surreal yeah 

I stumble, I slip, and I fall 
Every day it's like the same old song 
This pornography addiction is strong 
And every

I seen more
Turn on the news and what you hear
Same old, same old story of the year
But if you just ask yourself, what do they want you to know?
Then

the man oh why I help you I can clearly see girls running from me you will always be my ritual I was too old and my skill is to feel the atmosphere the best

Been doin life and tryin to keep from losing sleep and dying on
The truth the speech in my own songs
And brutal beats that right along
Construe

I make the most of most things

Carpet still got play dough stains from
When I was like 8 or so
Heart breaks and the 808's still
Playing out my radio

the yard

Its like i hate when people listen cause they listening wrong
Its like they want me in the prison singing prisoner songs
I close my eyes and i

The iPod's full, how can I not listen to your songs?
We're Kylie and Dylan
Besides that, Dizzee and Wiley are driven by money
So its hard to say if they'll

the smile by the hinges, choke around your neck alright
Dangling from the ceiling holds a golden light, bridge above us
If you dare to hit the button like you

I'm from Piru
That little fellow from MeLo, Lalo? are you alright dude
Yeah I'm just showing you what I do, mind you
That no matter the factor, I'm

made it out alive
Your siren's song drew me along
And took me for a ride

Thought I'd learn from old mistakes
But your red hot lovin' is such a hard

be my teacher
Infatuated I don't think I can leave her
I'm by your side like follow the leader
She was bad for my heart, so I had to delete her
I

Ive been mastering flows since I was 16 years old
All the bars that I wrote were just depicting my goals
Thought the faster I go meant I was slick

from my third eye, right
Looking in some old cams, see a grown man
And some old trees, me loving seas

And some birds flying around the area
Blue skies

There's an old tale wrought with mystery of Tom the Poet and his muse 
And a magic lake which gave a life to the words the poet used 
Now, the muse

cleveland, im never stopping till somebody come kill me.
I love my daughter, so every song I shoutout emmie. 
By 28 im tryna buy my bitch a brand new bentley.

Trouble with the trolley aye
How could you do this?
How could you let him die?
How could you live while
He wasn't by your side?
How could you see him

a stick
Remember steppin with my brothers schemin tryna to get some strips
Tommyboyz is my family we ain't no gang we ain't no a clique
We live by love

of destroyin the ozone
Cheatin repeatedly, says she'll be leaving me and I say bitch that's an old song

Why can't you just admit that you love me and it's quite

A.M. 5:45  Mid July as you lie spending nights by my side undressed, 
Undressed, undressed moods. All these bare truths, 
And 1 text where you tell

we'll eat cake by the ocean boy
Work, work, work work, work, you don't gotta go to work, work, work
We can work from home, oh oh, oh oh

My name's

have thought, I'd be so Genius. 

They grab work then they drop names, What you go by and your blocks name
From Chitown to Chiraq, Tell Bump J it's a lot

Just
Got out the studio made an anthem with Kendrick
Studio means remote-home because our hearts connected
Told him jump on the song
He was still

a line
And throughout this, i may cross it
I'll say it now, I don't care, legit
Screw everyone who didn't believe in me
Old friends, ex's, and people who