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hard to move on
Especially when she 
Was your first girlfriend

We were never meant to be
But at the time I couldn't see that
I was blinded by the fact

come chill with me
We're right next to the Pacific to be specific
And I don't like to be prolific but I see you with it
You're the girl of my dreams like

ooh, ooh

Yeah, turn up at the place with my real bros
Now we're turnin' out the place (turnin' out the place)
I was with the same guys in these

Catch him out of bounds we're gone shoot
I just let it be known I'm the truth (Huh)
These niggas lying in the booth
I say all these niggas frying in

grabbed a notebook and pencil and I started to write
My next couple days were a state of euphoria
I wrote what I wanted and I did what I liked
I played

Will I even stand up? 
I don't know because this room is full of vapor  
Blastin music so loud we're annoying neighbours 
Getting so fucking high from

the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me

I'm moving out of the crib to a planet that I call my own
Home of the stoner Xan, smoking by the gram
He ain't picking up his phone, no
Why the hell are

Bobby, shottin' their minges.
Leavin' used condoms out on the staircases,
Next to the broken pipes that's left by the Base Heads.
Local estate heads, have

Psycho

Teddy Thompson

Psycho [1998]

1998

Johnny's room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead

You think I'm psycho don't you

Survival's all I've ever know
Selection status: Natural
What comes next, let's evolve
I'm living off the fat of
The land with animals
Blood

all by myself I don't sleep good it's true
I think about the future and all we're gonna do
The father of your children, I'll be one for you
I'm a mess

Straight from the state with the outline of a chipped cracker
Ironically, babe, we're about 90% cracker!
Yeah I'm a white guy, they're too, reply "Hi"

we're both acting foolish
Busting at my door
You'd think
You would knew this
You dumb bitch

I know you
Do not want to
End up
Inside my backroom
I swear

the squad
Make em run in laps it's yo motha-fuckin' job
My job is to be the bad guy till you gone
But where's the fuckin' fun if the feds ain't involved?
I

the new school yard
You see
A river is just a dream
And conscience is such a big word indeed

Trickling into the cellar door
Are the echoes of timely drops

Fort Collins

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

To please give me strength, so I don't slam the door on my fans
But no luck I was stuck
Even though a nigga had a plus size buzz
I didn't even know who

can do your own research and learn it

There's no limit to knowledge
You don't have to go to college
Get a job
Sit next to a guy named Bob

You don't

defining truth
Let's go back to ancient jews
You might think they had messy rooms
But that's not the case kid no
Those guys were super straight edge
They

we're here early
Make sure you're cleaned up
Head to the bathroom

Just a couple beeps unlock the door, and another lock on the stall

Ok, before you

Sykes

On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets

(Band')
"The old days were the best",

your lexus and your finances kept me there uh unh
No no baby all I wanted was to have you next to me
So sad cuz one day when it's too late and time has

he fuckin' died
Nor was it the criminals who shot by
It's the fans who were playin' with his life
See we all knew that he never should've been in hip

The child waited
Thought to himself
What a great guy

Billy reached in his pocket
And pulled out a package
A big brick that's all white
He laughed and said