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The Great
Verse 1
Hey momma how's it going in heaven I need to talk dialed your number out habit no answer and then I thought how I miss my main squeeze Mrs.

Before I met you
I used to wonder
How a boy like me would know
That I've found the one
For me
Until I met you
I would question
If I knew how it would

wanna ride with me
You'll end up blinded by the lights of fame
I know someone out there can be the light in my name
Put a spark to this flame
Love is

the baggage like a bus boy
Every single ex, I was out of it with
Cops overstep boundaries like it isn't
Really just a job, But it is
Y'all know it's rooted

tongue make a good girl go bad quick
They can tell by the way that I walk my walk
That a boy been match fit
Hit that pitch then whip up the hat trick

Huh

Highly exclusive

Let me explain how I produce

Borrow my eyes

See what I see, check out the view

You see the rain

You see the sky, you think

the modern war
Blocks away his father fights
On Independence Day
A shot rings, out.. his father falls.. in a pool of blood today

No time for the big time
No

In my hometown in the open air
Them good old boys direct you where
Time moves slow with a heart full of hate
Summer Sundays always come too late

Every day is 90
The thunder and the lightning
The Boys consuming fire and ice

I’m told we’re held by Jesus
But who is He to squeeze us?
And who are

Ain't no end to my being
That's universal law
Mastering attraction
Just for fun and satisfaction
Boy I'm here with the game
Don't fuck with sceneries lame

on go alla my Niggas on hit
Pussy boy holdin the blunt
He wanna feel ON a bitch
Little do that nigga know
She got ran on by clique
Teetime man that nigga

These moments are passing, each one is fleeting, 
They seem to just fall from the sky,
Like the three weeks of screaming from the Blackbirds residing

Big all them B-Boys
Raze this is family love
So what you need for
Fame bigger salary good
For better ways
More claim
Sick of apathy staying
Niggas is

Unh
High Grade
Yo, they tell me I did a lot
I ain't really do nothin'
Hah

Winter time comin'
Still 80 degrees where I be (Hah)
Chillin' by

On the Nantucket sleigh ride
They take your line and dive
Hold on boys this whale is gonna run
But he'll come up exhausted
Spouting out black blood

by my chakra 
Ain't believe my own self, so I called this nigga Knocker 
(Now hold on, hold on who's Knocker?) 
The one who villains knew  
You locked

am I to stop it
We just met last week
But now we out shopping
Now she's at home and she Disney binge watching
She got drunk with her friends
Now she's

I did it for the better
Put all my pain inside these songs I hope you hear this letter
Yea, boy don't you play with me
I hang with shooters it ain't

lips
Can barely open his lids, bullied by other kids
I was so innocent, never pleaded the fifth
To be honest back then, I just wanted to live
Whatever

Pac
I changed your mind but ain't no wrong decision
Mental squirt that was all precision
And by the way I guess I'm hardly gifted
They tried to say I'm

Yeah!
Hello lovely ladies around the world..
This is your host Spliff Star..
This one here is for all the freaky ladies and all sexy ladies out there

by the city gave me a chance to reach for the charts
But now I'm seeing really how they moving out there
And I just want to stand apart
I thought

by a set of rules you apply before you ball
Cross ya T's gotta dot them I's when you involved
Everybody take a fall
Gotta walk before you crawl
Keep

Letters Home

WRITERS:
Anslee Davidson Dave Davidson

PRODUCED BY:
Matthew McVaney

LYRICS:

Dear Home, it's been a while so I thought I'd write