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in the dirt
They pushing I’m ducking and swerving I’m hurting for certain
They can’t see past the brown
They can’t see past the turban
They can’t see

Snow

Amie Miriello

I Came Around

2008

for me though
I'm hopeful that it will in good time

I'm dreamin' of the sound
Illuminated by the echo of the crowd
I wipe the window filled with snow

Chains is broken by the truth He poured in me
Dead man
Then He started me
Broken
Still imparted me
New place
And new heart in me
Break through

She ask me "Where you goin' after this ?"
I told her "It's givin' out fed"
Pretty brown bitch in my bed, She givin' me head
Thats how I live
Don't

i somehow see him as me after a case of self doubt and pity
Wait, no way, I see all my dreams in a hallway
Only way I can get to them is by breaking

curled up leaves
Dropped from my tree
What will be will be
I see life in 33D
Inspired by Masons
Not by Jason's
Picking up frequencies from saralite

Candyman

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

a damn who you claimin' you with
Because I know you in love every time I see yo pretty brown eye contacts
I got you grippin' yo seat
Cause I know you

Neva switched up i jus stayed in my lane...
U kno ima blitz u talk down on my name...
Cant blend in my circle u square u lame...
Pop shit on a daily

standin
It's racci on da beat trick mr trunk killa music himself
Aged with perfection
They call it top shelf
Best believe I'm in a lane by my mother fucking

streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin garments
like mink coats cuz she cut her pimp's throat

Candyman

Planet P Project

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

a damn who you claimin' you with
Because I know you in love every time I see yo pretty brown eye contacts
I got you grippin' yo seat
Cause I know you plan

the whips it was sticks inside the lyfts, no, I ain't cappin
Had that AK in my coat, walkin' through Lennox like, what's happenin'
Mom dukes wouldn't by

inside my mind I set her free (Kick rocks bitch)
But I just be going in circles like a tweak
Feeling the beat cause I can't see haha
I got 2 Percocets in

Pants saggin' as I'm walkin'
Through those pearly gates
Hat cocked, in some deadstock Aqua 8's
Bury me in my favourite J's
Bury me in my favourite J's

of plants,
they try to kill me.
While I'm takin' a pee, in the middle of my yard,
I got stung by a bee on my anus; now I'm starved!
I can't even walk, or talk,

from the undercover
Gettin' sentenced by these judges, ex-girlfriend holdin' grudges
Lil homie got stabbed, now he walkin' with some crutches
But

not her nigga, she want me to hit
I ain't see this shit, y'all done for me

I was by myself in this road, fool
Got a two-month, got some walkin' out

cin't nobody in ma circle but
Me and Widge

SHOUTOUT TO Mc NIGGc WIDGE
DJ FUCKIN WIDGETON Dc FUCKIN BEcT

This a fuckin Summer anthem bitch
Summer anthem

a puppet, he Woody
If this was a musical, he gettin' bullied by everybody that's walkin'
The nerds and the staff and the hoes and the nigga that's tardy
That

As I mix Walk on By over Passin' Me By
Seem like everybody puffin' but I'm contact high
Off this fresh new wax, with the real brown sugars makin' eye

U know I'm tired of workin 
And my hands are so tired too 
U know I'm tired of walkin 
So I'm sitting here next to you 

Ain't off the back, I'm

Chorus

Paranoia kickin in in my brain, makin sure dah fam safe errday, so yung nigga walkin roun wit dah blaze, I finnaly got older and went thru da

Carolina baby where most of this starts
By the time you get to Alabama family further broke apart
Let the circle be unbroken thunder rolling but I can't cry

Everybody girl name Nina
Fire in the bush, don't talk condelezza
Circle full of 8, got sliced out the pizza
Short on the skrilla, got swiped like