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alone
Daybreak by the beach
You were sitting next to me
All the salt inside the breeze
Hear the rustle of the leaves

Brown skin turning gold
Mirror

the cup it's gon' be a wild night yeah
Text me, call me, whenever you need me
Kiss me, hug me, Love me when you see me
I just, booked a flight to ya'
Might

wit Attitude; so Eazy Does It
G Locks cheaper by the dozen
My heart's sitting in a dungeon
Twenty seventeen I was the Browns
I was really Dubless
I'm

the law without being represented by an attorney 
Overqualified, for all technical institutes 
I get the job done when you barely make it past

She Was

Dark Lotus

Black Rain

2004

head and she died
I gripped her by the ears slamming her skull off the floor
Till they ripped right off her head, I bolted for the door
Started to cry I

kiss I'm in love with top
I am not weezy, even today if my life can get saved No respect a cop
I'm moving greasy
Posting a knock when u really a rat no

Just me and the world, wherever I may roam
From Chicago to Erie by way of Orleans
Make a right, go left, and then I swipe my thing
They say "What floor"

me with
Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss
But they devil red, tires double tread
I post and parks up. that gets me double head
Tight

Pull up stunting we hitting for real
Uk shit we be ready to drill
Predator in the back for the kill
Telling jokes I'll smack ya like Will
Chris ain't

Goosebumps

Mr. Bungle

Goddamn I Love America!

1988

Drowning in your eyes, the brown pools overflow
Immobilize and hypnotize, gimme the chills from below
I'm talkin' to myself, thinking that you are

It's Joel M
Tell a friend to tell a friend
Young boy 
From the South of the Thames
When I thought I was
Brown and peng, Leng
Tryna chirps up all

Jack I feel like walking on the moon
Free all the bros and I bet they coming soon
Finna hit Cali we'll make it by noon
We ain't pack no bags but it's

200,000 independent
Old nigga new nigga anybody can get it
Real nigga by myself get at anybody like Kendrick
You shouldn't talk it if you ain't wit it
I

themselves to
A scooter slowly rusting
And a fading '62

The skinheads once the nemesis
Of black or white or brown
Are scared to talk to anyone
Or take

call you baby so you kiss her on her lips
You need Jesus like that bitch
I need angels like I'm Chris
He bought Gucci but I'm still goin take your girl

on Richard Milli I look richer by the day
Hop in a batmobile got me feeling like Bruce Wayne, yeah
Swallow the perk, I'm about to go insane, yeah
Two-tone

We Got It
 CBG (Lil Bro voice phone ring)
 Man, they keep calling my phone. (mumbling)
We Got It! (whisper) We Got It
Beats by Bone.

Hook
We got

but talk like it's tension
Fake mad bitch she be wantin attention

Pray for my downfall but I never miss like
I really know why they pissed
Been by

that as a baby
Execution is attracted by yo preparation
The game plan going accordingly it's nothing major
It's been a long time coming
Story full

the money but want me some more
Walk in the trap, it's a stick by the door
Have some respect when you speak to me, ho
I'm with Lil chris and he throwin' da

and the last thing left is my notebook
Every line hit overflowing with straight jabs and left hooks
Fame tends to be the kiss of death in this rap game
That

a bad mood
Fix it by eating cat food, is that rude
You the type to quack on the peen screw
Hold up, hold up
What the fuck does that even mean dude
You

dropping hints, get it?
I be in my own exhibit
She be on that speed with no fucking limit
Get it, twist the knife
She give me kiss tonight
I give her kid

another kiss, I want the next hoe
Your guy ain't no beast, he a sex joke
She wanna suck my dick, I'm screamin' "Let's go!!"
Bitch that's cool with me
But