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dirt, put it down -hold it by yuh lonely
Drugs n money paranoid an everybody phony
Least what I think, at least when I drink
Maybe it's the truth word ta

A bad spirits I could tell by the Convo
But haters remain nameless so let's call him a John Doe
Talk too much he gave it up pronto
I'm feeling like

to prison where time moves slow!
No day for day,
I lost my flesh and my blood in this game!
Why we kill each other?
Over money and women and fame!
It's

(knew it)
But y'all niggas ready do it (do it)
Rule seven (rule seven)
Praying to God should be your heaven
Look at the bible and see what's inside of it

the wrong, you know I'm right
Oh, if I only had the chance
To do it over

You can turn away
I know you won't forget my name
Turned oh so dim, the light you saw

I'm over it and everything that has been said
But you broke me with the same voice that talks me out of seeing red
I've loved you since I was 15, how

Had to switch it up by taking more chances
Still feel behind even with the advances
Having advantages, got me panicking
Hope I never go back to pain

7s with heels underneath
The dagger gets thrown by painted nails
Straight to a heart, puttin' it through hell
Sometimes the one that does you wrong

To be felt by those we never touched
Through the blaze of our own comet tail light across their heaven

And only those things you created
In the minds

Don't hesitate
I don't wanna wait
You can be my angel for heavens sake
Or be my lil devil let me demonstrate
Both came at the same time not a minute

and fuck it all up

Over again repeating in my head
Visions of dread and sorrow fed into the net
Of what's been said and meant on the web
Joining together

ain't fuckin with these hoes no I ain't average
I'm switching lane to lane on my way on ninety seven
My only worry if I die am I gone go to heaven
And I

attached
Like 35-0 in the 4th quarter you niggas ain't comin' back
Like Ocho Cinco, I go get it, like I'm from Cincinnati
I'ma let them get in the front

and orders dispatched 
Your safe in the control room, surrounded by screens 
Ignoring the smirks of the other marines 
The bombs miss their targets, though try

autism or the rainbow you argued over the use of on a flag
Six stripes or seven lines when it's left Inna bag
This is not a debate about being sick or dead

and makes you feel like in a honeymoon
Oh Yeah

After the party you wish night still goes on,
but fun is over and it's time to walk alone,
by empty streets

Ugh
Over analyze
I’m trying to do twice as much but in half the time
That means gotta move like a locomotive
It’s cool if you know the motive if not

angels to sing the songs of heaven all night over me as I sleep
That I may wake up in the morning with Your song on my heart

Holy Spirit, anoint me with

and children play

On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children
If baby only wanted to
He could fly up to heaven this moment
It is not for

What a Job This Is

André 3000

Whole Foods

2007

that real Gs to go heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit

in me
But not in anybody else

Am I over my head in here?
Do I have what it takes?
Or will I always be
Just getting in my own way?

Am I out of my

Apricots and peaches in my orchard 
It's too gorgeous 
Your girl got me snoring, aka she's boring 
Play the game of life like an accordion

that the time goes by, but
You could never say I ain't tried
But just like I had kept it real with you
Ima keep it 100 that's on my life

I know you see

Boujee and bad
Ebelebe nuh ebelebe nuh nuh nuh
Ebelebe nuh ebelebe nuh nuh nuh
Anytime I see you in that dress
Girl you know it's all over (over