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us, feel we're blessed by the lord
Count to four, finish a fifth, lay in the bed of a Ford
Fall asleep under the moon as if we haven't before
We turn

aint never thought about giving up
But when I look at my family that feeling goes away
But I still discouraged when I turn on the news
I'm so sick

Little yellow bird
Tell me to turn around
Open up my door
Blow my candles out
Sing a song for me
Or give me a warning sign
Tell me I'm in danger
Tell

The bitch is driving him crazy
The motherfucker was violent
'Cause he was fresh out the Navy
She dealt with constant abuse
Never revealing the truth
She kept

Colours of Black and white in the photo frames
The countless memories, those were the golden days
Sitting by the edge of the port
The sweet cold

after you left I didn't feel like myself
I know my time is coming
There's no point for me in running
Turn to novocaine, cause that shit is numbing
Sitting

promise that you love me then try and change me
I don't wanna give my dreams
To someone, I ain't even seen
Poppa never slang no dope
Momma out here saving

that stress
You been feeling lately

You been on a roll
It's our time now
Let it all go
Baby wine down
Welcome to the party
This is my town
Seven days

disarray
I disarranged, all the bullshit adulting be giving
Trying to make it on my own, a limited amount of lemons
That we turn to lemonade, still building

Cosmic warriors we slayin' demons like Kid Cudi (Kid Cudi)
Passion Pain
You wanna join okay get ready (You wanna join okay get ready)
Moon's up there

got plan), to shut these niggas up for real
Yea it's a man down (Aye get yo mans), getting to it by myself
Ain't ask for hand outs (Ain't ask for hands)

got some trees now the world so free
And we won't come down till the night turn blue
I got my drip, in the shorts and vest
The fine gyaldem in their

Give me one good reason, no I don't see
Why do they have all this hatred for me
Why are they trying to cut off my wings
Cry out to God, oh it's so

If my ancestors were here
They would slap me silly
Asking me
Child... what on earth did you do to your hair
They would sit me down and begin

While my breath rushes out then disappears
Overwhelmed by a howling wind
And I don't know where I'm bound
An inward scream in isolation, a peaceful cold

some pocket change
Turn it to rocket made
To take me high as Ariana's vocal range
Yokel boy was local raised
Go for the broke/ they go for fame
I'm

of our disease
With prayers or pleas, something always gives

The twists and turns brought me to you
A path's been tread, that makes it true
Next Steps? No

These lyrics is real, man they out the shell
To share how I live like this, I drop the money
The bottom of a wishing well
Yeah I'm wishing you well,

the way then they say we ride or die
When they need to cover up I dont see anyone in sight
All my brother turn to snakes, hear them hiss when they go by

Bitch I'm working out till I'm sweaty
And my hustle deadly
You can catch me where ever the bread be
I'm in competition wit the Deli
(Know what I'm

you're falling out of reach
Need a teacher who can teach
What is behind that creeping door
That is what a teacher's for
On the exterior I seem inferior

in it wait I'm diving on it
The way recall it the way I b ballin Need Proper wallet
I'm a workaholic Ima take myself out you ain't gotta call it
I

Nimrod, I let it shine from the hip
My lips locked with a message redefining the path
If I walk it then I might find out who I am
I never stopped
Since I

all a nigga really knew is I made it
And no I know I am not famous 
I just made it out a time that was so tainted
Everywhere you go there’s fakeness