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little
Murder all on the song, paying attention to the rhythm
I drop a couple bands, my nigga down in Florida a come kill him
I drunk too many cups, I

bitch a dub, Tryna find out she a slut
Why do that? Yeah, why do that
I'm way too fucked up off that purple shit, I can't write back
I keep on lyin', I

like it

I'm hearing babies 
whisper in my ears

yeah

heaven know it's flesh to flesh
when we  get naked

cold outside
need you by my side
twist

I’m hoping Heaven’s like this
Took me forever to get my pen to write this
They said that I’ll be dead by the time I’m 7 times 6
So if I’m gone, play my

to bring sum outta me
All these songs I write one of them gon hit the lottery
Until then I'm still fucked up
Either you put it, grateful that I woke up
How

wrong
I'm right where I should be
Loving you is a song I'm right where the hook be
Pages that I write on no lies on 'e  look see
This chapter of my life

wrote this song for ya
Feel my pain I can write your wrongs for you
Later cause I gotta do bitches dirty right now
They tryna turn a nigga mic down
Ever

live on
I'm starting to feel a lil different as I write these songs
You gotta give yourself forgiveness you can't right every wrong
I gotta give myself

a bitch
You can get laid on the floor by a jit
100% not a shout of a doubt I'm the hardest out they come with smoke
we can get some gloves and see what them

Everybody’s got a song with a detail
I gotta week now
To decide who I really wanna be now
What I spend on my feelings 
I’m spending on clothes
I don’t think

I write a song in your name
A note without fate
I'll turn this around, and I most move along
No forgiveness
No second thoughts
No comprehension
Just

to write but i'm searching for a muse
i always win ,always lose,
devotion's not needed and beauty's not required
and what we had was
just crippled love

I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song
So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper

I tried to write a song that you liked
But it ain't work out, but it ain't work out
Tongue tied
I can't get my thoughts out right
Look how it turned

than most
The rappers spitting today
I know four score and seven
Years was spit in 1863
By the leader of this great country
That's word to Abraham

for you
i hate the way i’m so impressed by you
next thing i know i’ll write a song for you
i’m just too scared i’m too obsessed
i’m just too scared i’m

intricate plot of life
I got a mic but I toss turn and I don't sleep right a lot of nights
My girl left but didn't have to go
We never got the chance to grow

So I cannot win
But we all just make our mistakes and keep on going
Because reform is not what we are looking for its the self awareness
To know when

went about it, by the second day he felt so close to you
Like you were life-long friends
Wrote you a song then, ah foreshadowing the end
Such a love,

Two months ago I don't think I would ever understand
Invited into dance circles, now I'm circled by my fans
And I even got a selfie with the guy who

It's not that I don't know how I feel
Just that I don't know how to make this real
To you

It's my third time trying to write this song
But some part

Invincible

Deuce

Invincible

2017

bitch
I'm gone now, chasing all that fame, haha
Racing and it only took one day, yeah
To write this whole song, homie's still on probation

Doxology

Count Bass D

BEGBORROWSTEEL

2005

Praise god from whom all blessings flow
If mama dreamed the number
That we ain't poor no more
One if by land, two if by sea
Fell off the music

Take It Back

Skillz

Okayplayer: True Notes, Vol. 1 [Clean]

2004

And I'm sure you'll flip, when this song come around
This shit so crunk it'd make Lil Jon clam down
Hits out the trunk never shook
So by the time you get