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Blinded by the orange lights
And when the two twenty came, it never stopped

Zoot in his gob and a beanie on his head
'I've never known a man who could

keep talking cause my money so rude
Money so rude
Money so rude
Don't have a clue bitch i'm keeping you guessing
This shit ain't school but i'll teach

shocking
Really have the people talking
I and I hold the brightest light
Let it shine often
Like a beacon of hope
To the damned and hopeless
Evil always

of fumes
And they wanna put the blame, on the fire crew
And if we're talking Grenfell
Never be as clever as a haunted pencil
FOR them heads then of course

You can't hear any single word, when two souls are talking
And no one in this world seems to understand
I failed a thousand times before, but I know

By definition
I've lost the words to anything
Not stress or itching
You said you'd be there any day, oh

Hold me tightly
Tell me you're my best

my name up on banners
Like flashing lights from the cameras
Me I like keeping it clean but I'm cool with the scammers
Tapping my head got me looking

Alienated feels about right
Ever been in crowded space
And get captured by bright eyes
Try to get the connect and
Every step feels like a hitchhike
Move

my head
You don't know my meaning
All the words I've said
You have put me back to sleep
Sit here by my side
You have twelve hours here
I've had all my

the market
The feds stalking, I hear em in my head talking
I got the sixth sense cuz really they be dead corpses
I paved the way you haters made a grave

him

Yeah, He switching up his act, around the bitches he a nice kid
Yeah, he talking hella tough, I dropped the addy, he ain't typing
Yeah, I'm smart

It's kill or be killed
Or get killed for
What you think

My flow is different
Cuz I know my shit
Right by the sink

Too much of thoughts
That I've

Dreams like that seem far away 
Kindred family all day 
Head in the clouds like all day 
And it’s clouds from the drugs in the hallway
Coming from the west

miss holding hands
So feel along chest, I need a measure for this vertigo
The reaper by the bed, she kill attachment extra surgical
The TV talking death,

With bills so stacked
No way to see the light down my path
I'm forced to accept
The darkness in this life that I live
Flunked eleven, ducking twelve

me or something else
Deep within, can you tell
What is and isn't there
Hushed voices talking in your head
Whisper quietly as the calm descends

in my mattress tabs of acid in my package
God Damn gave the devil a helping a hand
Then I cut off his fucking head and then I buried it in the sand

shaking man
If I blink again, you'll probly flinch
My pilot light is so bright and lit
Born imperfect. Ain't seen it since
If yo props come from the block

I just started jogging in my dreams
Walking on stilts talking slick
Class like the early morning shift
Bossed up
Smelling like hugo and i walk tough

We got to get rich and
We cannot die trying
So our heads in the game
Steady looking for tactics
All we know is money
Steady doing mathematics
1 Plus 2

I'm into getting the paper
And making it stretch like old leather
I am so dope
That they getting one whiff
And it's fucking they whole head up
Once I

Peace fell apart at the old man's door
After the few decide they want a war
Without talking to the rest of us 
How do you sleep when there’s noise

something liquid, I'm dying of thirst
Trying to get this out my head while it still works
Talking to myself, hallucinatory ramblings
Russian roulette, gun

dunk my head and
Dive down
Feeling alright
As the sun kinda creeps up for the first light
In no time,
We'll be talking 'bout this moment as the first