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the past in my brain
Lot of trauma, bitch, I had to deal with pain
Hold the Glocky and I put it to my brain
Might pull the trigger, this time, issa game
Love

the morning
By the end of the day
You'll see me at the courts balling
Always carry my phone with me
Just in case someone is calling
But I'll never reach the top

was tryna fit in by being different
All I wanted was love but I didn't get it
That's before I had it planned out
People were asking for handouts
Didn't

Hold me on the other side of hurt
Tell me what you're thinking I deserve
To love you as I can't explain my words
This life
Feelings are behind

a fuck what u thank
I been calling shots
Labeled me a boss
Yeah I took a loss
What kinda win is earned if you ain’t pay no cost
Niggas wanna talk
I

Fireball

Quadrajets

Fistful of Rock 'N' Roll, Vol. 4

2000

you
They wonder where you're from, oh yeah
They wonder where I found you

Oh my love it's a long way
Where you're from it's a long way

I tried

Faith plus confidence equals change
They say you gain knowledge when you start to age
Trauma made me wise when I was failing grades
And that's why I

(beat that)
Imma get it by my lonely
You really here, then show me
I seen too many fake love,
Them scars hit me so deep (so deep)
But it won't control me,

from the ones you love the most 
They make it easy for you to see, whether it be an in person or through a post
There's so much more than you'll ever

the gang
Cause is you the way or you just in the way
It's right in your face yeah I know you can see it I know I'm the one hope that ain't to Conceited
(It's

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Nie Hennessy jestem gotowy na śmierć
Ale to jeszcze nie dziś
Ona gotowa na sex, ale nie by ze mną żyć
Znów po

don't miss when daddy call, when we link we have a ball
Like Beyonce I can upgrade ya, the folks I love I won't trade ya, got a shooters touch I won't

me a p i don't roll up i bag it
Swear i'm in love with the bank
I fuck up a piece and i stash it
Member them days when i struggled
Member them nights i

I been tryin to get there
Been analysing the dream
Determined it's meant to be
I'll need some love on my way
Alongside a mindful of faith
I know that

When you travel like I do
But ain't no place like home
Don't it still ring true

This one's for my people in the backwoods and the mountains

overcame
I'm plugged in Indiana my migo by Notre Dame
You gotta watch the temp when you cookin' turn up the flame
Yeah this the life that I chose hopefully I

yeah
Everyone knows, I'm about one, two, three steps from the line
Out of control, I don't really mean to be this damn unkind
But I'm uneased
Sipping

)
No I don't wanna Try Again
No not again
(Yeah)
And I'm getting tired, yes,
and I'm getting tired of falling in love
and then it get shot up and I end

the answer,
I'm run through by the red wounds, the black lies, the white memory.

oh filthy hypocrites I brush by in this dead world
do you hear the screams

Yeah
Damage
I’m doing damage
I’m going crazy,
I’m wilding out, like I’m nick cannon
Damage
I’m doing damage
I’m with the gang
Going insane
We doing

overly witty
When it comes to just sitting
Around turning frowns upside down

I'm a clown by the sound of your voice
You're not aroused or amused
It's

me like I'm playing small ball
They all love curry no pad thai
It's no lines blurry we the bad guys
Doin dirt get you buried like a land slide
It just

on some of your minds Lord have mercy
Here's a little something I hope you understand
Everybody'd love to be your loving friend
Say Hey babe
Living a little

pocket's
Heavy, thick Only thing I love is Ricky O's, I'm on my
Selfish shit Money to it, keep me hungry, groovy, Elvis
Presley shit You feeling like you