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taste
Riding hard through the AZ
Jamming that first 48
And it's at this video shoot
That fuck with my nigga Trae
And that nigga Future Freebands
Shout out

I'm here now to save these kids from turning into tools
So please tune in, my name's J.Smo, let me take them back to school

to
Fuck it up
Can't get caught
Can't get touched
By the eyes all around
They just be starin' me down
I got j-jelly arms up
And my knees hit the turf
Can't

name.
Before I play "Thriller" by Michael J
Well tell these kids something that'll stick like pins
She says...
You trying to be a wannabe?
You trying

wanna die
Wrong darth tho I'm still gonna flow
Still gonna ride
high as the starship enterprise 
Wrong universe, I'm an ET as I glide by

Getting higher

Could tell by how I spit that I ain't regular
I'm preaching like a reverend, Rev-in up just like an engine
Like vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
There he go,

sad
I'm like the captain of the team
Tryna live a dream
Play division 1 in college sports by any means
The only player to go major coming out my town
If

sample drum kits
Stoner metal X hits
Jay and T tactics

Someday you gotta put me down

Back in the beginning
I often had a feeling
That hip hop was made by

right up punk ass compliment
I’m as hard as an OG back in the days
I got J for days in a major
Way smokin’ major pain and bathe ape

We’re smoking that

WALL OF STONE 
written by Gerry Madden / J.P. Proulxb

My hands are bleeding
Just watching you there
Scratching your eyes out
Stemming from your fear

Going down this winding road
I'm losing all
Sight of control
I need you by my side
Like please don't hop up out the ride
Anxiety gets the best of me

"The Yellow Rose of Texas" (1858)
Song & Chorus
Composed and arranged expressively for
Charles H. Brown
by J. K. [Joseph Philip Knight?]

1.
There's

Love on the downlow
Ain't so easy
People come and go
You wanna leave me
If you wanna do me like that
I won't come back
My life is always under attack

made a solo, but we attached at the hip
And let's be honest, bitches, she's the skinny to this dip (ah)
I'm Regina George, but don't get hit by a bus

seconds away
Four five seconds from wilding And we got three more days til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday morning I swear I wish somebody

got it on lock
Like this, like that
I gotta Benz, and a jagu
All her friends, in the back
J’adore, all your tatts
I got god by my side
For the homies,

Vinzent in the safe house
Vinzent in the safe house
Kenny, but none of safe
They say we saved
It's a debate, trusting my enemies' "frienemies wave"

Fantasy - Mitchell Zia
词 Lyrics：Luka
曲 Music：Luka
编曲 Arranger：Milan D'Agostini
混音师 Mixing Engineer：Milan D'Agostini
制作人 Produced by ：Snow.J
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I know baby girl you want me 
Everyday you go crazy 
I'm notice you when you text me

I catch you up in a party 
Baby you got it so nasty 
My mind go

J.R. Smith hit when he held that shot from LeBron James
That was twenty eighteen think back on all the bs that happened that year huh
Who's next oh pass

can't fuck with us
They looking at the glow up how my brother got the bussy bussy

And baby wanna bust it open you should cut it run
Envious of me got me

Like karate, yeah, I'm kicking it
Sleeping in my J's, producing Z's
But that's just me, dreaming about a way to stack the cheese
So I sit neat,

popping don't you see?
Im big popping shit, Im still budgeting, with this Roku TV
I still hung it up on my wall
And I got a tripod for them freaks
Bad bitch

a dream and a rap name 
J O N E S 
Close ones know me by last name 
Too cold for my past flames