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to dawn.
Leave no regret and please don't forget:
The spirit carries on.

I've seen you fading too far without a line...

If only I could just go back

(Indigo niños!)
((What you’re stuck with a true glue, dude, get a clue, 
All these bitches with we 
Hate us or love us just don’t be rude 
Life never looked

Let me see how accurate my math is 
14 tryna judge a nigga Mathis 
15 kept a stack in my mattress 
16 kept my distance on my track sh*t 

I been

They don't know who I really am
They been makin judgments off of one sided stories and
She said I'm selfish
All I worry bout is me
Too focused

Realize what you do
I only have eyes for you
The days keep passing me by
And you feel like I don't even try
Can't escape it closing in
My walls are

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U don’t know me that’s a fact(check)
I ain’t know u we never met
Ain’t trippin on this sh*t 
Ain’t falling all these

pain
Since momma passed
Even though
He don't want no help
But I still love his ass
Supposedly I'm the one
That they love to hate
Guaranteed I lost some

Now I'm viewed as a money bag
Can tell by your posture
The question that you gonna ask
Brothers killing each other
Over this sucker shit
Y'all keep

they're feeling distressed
God hates crumbs best donate to my theft
Leave it late don't relate find no beauty in gardens
Rip the flowers from their beds ask

Stay awake, can't escape
Insomniac

I've been spending borrowed time since 18
So if I'm gone by the morning please don't hate me
Sun coming up and I'm

How many nights passed by
Insomnia is making me cry
I hope that I can open my eyes
And see the sun rise again

If I died yesterday, would I be today

I loved you, hell I think I still do
Were you scared away by me feeling too much too soon
What are you looking for that I don't have
Did you

to lean on
Ain't no room on this shoulder yeah it's over
I got 10 shots
For any nigga tryna' hate
I'm on the same block
Speedway smoking gas by the tank
Got

self-hate won’t be felt
Instill the still

While I wander through the station
Where they line up boys in blue
They wink at me and flaunt their boots
So I

Yea y'all know what time it is man
King C.P, featuring LG3
Produced by that nigga Wavy Fuego
Let's get it
You would think I move in slow motion, I do

the po po's harassing
Turn the volume down
After they leave
We can blast the sounds
Well to all my friends out there
Keep it reals and don't hate y'all

with hash
Here on my ones bags filled with stacks
I don't keep waps where i keep my stash
Twenty bag deals in O twenty-three
Wait O thirty im doubling

But I'm tryna be strong
I gotta write her these songs
To get the blood off my palms)

It just doesn't feel right
When you're not by side..
I know she

I love you
And u hate me
Indifferent is a better word
If I don't give it any thought
I'm hopeful it'll stop the hurt
But my mind wins the race almost

Truth is I really tried
But I go off of lies
3 years has gone by
Maybe its the end of line
let it bottle up inside
Moet Chandon all alone tonight
But

It's just a thing that we do as artists
A thing that we do unto ourselves
A form of self harm I've been honing
By myself, i don't need no help

God Bless

empty, I'm gonna plenty
Gently, put you in your place, don't try to tempt me
Just three, one little Indian smoking in a tree


One little Indian smoking in

lyrically, beat his ass like Joe Jackson
Look, metaphorically speaking, of course
But it don't take much to pull that nine out and give him something to whine

a town without a heart 

Little Hollywood girl
Better call it a day 
Little Hollywood girl 
Put your make up away 

The marquee lights you were dazzled by