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a throwback classic
Like an old Loveless song
So you better shoot your shot
Before your chance is gone

If you're lucky to catch her
Boy, you better hang

Boston
I'm back to win, don't beg your pardon
Had my wins, I had my losses
So don't say that I'm a novice, woa-hoah
Made an album in a day from a state so

speaks on its own.
Losing myself, I haven’t been here before…
Can my heart return back home?


Mapping out my course. Same old songs I keep on listening.

You know what I'm saying
You know what I mean
I cut my old bitch off the team
She was not one with the green
Now I'm moving up I hit the top

Got in the club with my strap
I ain't get checked by security
Touched my first $10
000 and I ain't even hit puberty
I don't even fuckin' juug no more

banana seat
Looking like some eight year old kid on your grandma's street
You can go ahead and call me lazy
I just retired real young, y'all, call me

encroaching seas
Ubiquitous inequity
My eyes ache from witnessing all the
Erosion of democracy

I don't care about the choruses
Of deathcults and their Borises

is my life
Everything fine, I'll be alright
But, look where I'm from, compliments to my mother
I hit that super glow up with my Mario brother
I tend

smiling to myself
Writing this song
And I
Would like to see you fly
Don't question why
It'll always make you cry
We'll have an old fashioned car with some

This drama must now end the rest of your things I'll send
Go your separate ways
There's nothing left for you to say
You just sing the same old song
You

em in a mess, 
Had a little rest,
DXB is the brand, I got it stitched to the chest.
Made by Muhammad, gotta stick to the text.
All the buttons I

bow was fit for bending
"Now, should you bring
'bout Väinämöinen's death
And by your arrow let him die
Joy will then fade away from Earth
Songs cannot

the lights up
Gotta make the right song
Nah lighten up
I just gotta make it my sons so brighten up
Mismatched
But I don't need to match more
This my purpose my

reenact my favorite part from my first song
Fuck

Weren't you ever taught your 123s
Yo ABCs
The AK-44 plus 3
The more I speak
The more I plead
Please hurry

BLIND TO IT/
OR LIKE A YOUNG CEO/
YELLING AT THE PRESIDENT CAUSE HE'S OLD/
HE CAN'T PAY HIS STUDENT LOANS/
BUT HE CAN AFFORD TO STRIPPERS FOR TWO SONGS

gon stand by me
Right there 'til the end
If you want the best of my heart
You just gotta see the good in me

'Cause I could be the rain
In your desert

throw on these cause my soles old
They been molded and battered by all the
Steps that I’ve taken to make a
Break in these patterns and now they
Now they

me
I wish they did and I don't
Front on all these rap songs i need a brick
They know I ain't a cunt where I'm from
I'm with the shit's and I'm just

could make songs
And still burst packs
Free my big bro loops, on his final third lap
Niggas hating cah he a made a
Quick 50 in the can
Always saying I got

outside, nigga
That's my song
Yeah, I might hit a nigga just like a bong
Well, I might hit your bitch like a gong
We chillin' by the food truck in the zone

놓고 말해
제발 나를 찾지 말아

an old heart held by the right hand
이 밤을 따라 곪아가네
I failed the mission, 난 이곳에 서있어
We're low on oxygen
떨어져 더 빨리 더 빨리

got a little scratchy

Q is that music show that everyone shits on
R is Randy Bachman, he once had that hit song
S is for Socalled, slept on by Factor

know
Found a safe place to cry
Is it okay if it's not
Dunno if is it
As I got disconnected from this

Losin' the appetite, lost the self-respect which I

Northside has entered the establishment
Can all rise to their feet for the new face of the rap game
Man my nigga over here looking like the fish from