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music shit, I do it
Been on it for a decade, and people love my music
Not to brag, but chicks around the globe know about the flow
Waitin' for ya boy

Here's a generic love song
Here's a generic love song
Here's a generic love song

I'm captivated by your eyes
I like the way they look for my lies
I tell

what they really want 
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek 
And where it's George Strait 'til real late 
And dancing cheek to cheek

And there's no air conditioning where he plies his trade

On the green plate stand by the Rundle Arcade

Sits and he waits for the privilege of driving you home

myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's

the early mornin'
I heard a voice
That showed me the things to come and told me I had a choice
To build it
Three hundred cubits by fifty cubits
Drinkin'

y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs

Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang bang
I walked in a rest', 'bout to order

Welcome everybody to the happy, happy sound
The sound to put a smile on your nana's face
So to all the nanas staring out the window around the world

You with my eyes, right by my side you were a queen to me
I miss your style I miss your Grace how you put them in they place
Lord knows I'll give up

crazy
Left this lady lying still on the floor
I think I killed her, Patrick, come on man
I can't knock no more
But Screech kept on knocking
'till his

around me
It's because of them God
Never found me right? (Right? Wrong)

Before I hit the ground when I
Caught three in the chest
I should'a guessed my

Sun blocked by my shades
Concierge said
Welcome Bramalish you're looking mighty vicious
Like you don't clean dishes
Anything I'll get you Mista
Just

around get clipped
If you talking slick
Baby, it's my ass you can kiss
Only time you'll catch me slipping
Is when im riding the
I like it when they flip me

Still thinking bout my unborn
Two months my heart warm 
Jotting on a screen but when I sprouted it was guns drawn
Who used to sleep where bullets

watching World War Three
27 my birthday, I hope not my death year
The grim reaper creeping, I can hear him but I'm still here
And a ways from my magnum Opus

of stuck or I'm all tied up in chains you've broken for me
I'm reminded just how much you've done and still do effortlessly
I repent because it's not enough

the the vocal booth
And the lyrics keep on spitting
No time to sit down when I come around
Got your heart rate increasing
As the beat pounds
After your love I

Listen good this is God talking
Talk about designers I’m the God model
God speed so the movement everlasting
God seed so every girl around me here

You niggas is mad cause no one is near me
Oh you mad
Change of clothes I stuff in the bag
Spend three nights tryna run up some racks
Cant be loving

and doing circles, vomit on my dunks,
i keep it pushing til i'm whilin' out in panama,
three naked bitches plus Goons got the camera, 

ain't nobody stopping

Still thinking 'bout my unborn
Two months away my heart warm 
Jotting on a screen but when I sprouted it was guns drawn
Who used to sleep where

an introduction
Like them three Indie Experiment mixtapes was nothin’
And like I ain't put in work since a youngun
So the only way to roll to let ‘em know is do

a long way to be here
A couple hundred thousand odd years and still we treated like we sheep and
Man it's kinda our fault, we let 'em do it to us

fuckin' loud. I done calmed down, now I'm fuckin' wild.
I'm a asshole and I'm fuckin' proud. And I'm still bringin' out a fuckin' crowd.
If it's goin' up