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The priest came over at Christmas time
Cops still question the alibi
He said "do what's right, do the time"
Rolling joints by the Christmas tree

My brother

Do you only reach out when your drinking? 
Are those words the ones your heart is speaking?                    
Please don't lie to me love
I hear

From humble beginnings
Mhen I thank the lord for blessings
Way back I use to pray to see the silver lining
Now and days when I pray am thanking God

Tell me how you love it 
Tell me that the beats are bumping 
I used to call her pumpkin 
Now she's touching on my brother 
Whatever, I'm onto better

Getting faded by the hour, roll another and another
Use to do this with my brothers, now I’m steady checking numbers
I wanna swim (I wanna swim)
I wanna

squad are fake Gods
Faker than their tongue, strung out
From the tongue out bring out fraudulence
To the audience 'cause they are conveyors of pestilence

know you're just doing a bit
Watch the game and by that I mean sparring
Relate memories that may have been scarring
And all the while drinking

they really say bout us
She point at her wrist
When it's time
Something like Dame Dolla
I can tell by energy they envy me
I can tell by energy
She into

apps
My medication makes it hard for me to nap
Now I'm drinking water from the bathroom tap
As I wait for the day that I inevitably snap

I wrote a whole

[Intro]
Somewhere in Baltimore, MD
Lying a psycho, surrounded by money trees
Pick off the leaves and roll up a blunt
That’s how much fucks I don’t

My brother got them packs in shit is crazy
Riding in a scat wit a brick from the 80s
Moved a deuce out the eighty got like seven ounces
Built the bag

think I found my new inner chi cause your inner thighs taste so yummy
You came back, you want round two, my turn to start using you
I can tell by the way

Can you believe it's July and it's raining outside right now
I'm at home but I'm far away from home
Been drinking to so been thinking
It's time

the boat load
I was on tour tho
Drinking till I'm hitting Zees like Zorro carving torsos
You ever get pulled over by the popo
And your last court date you

Goat, goat
From the streets
To 4, to 4, to 4
Pour the 4
That Mamba flow, that's how I roll
Playoff time, it's time go and yeah I'm on the road
Uh, I

(Gotta wake up)
(Cruise, bitch)
I'm cruising, relaxing
Taking it day by day
Cause lately, shit's crazy
Moving from place to place
Packing up for

can see you feeling changing by your mood ring
Have you ever tried to chill it with some Dulce
I saved you from a long day, anyway
Stacking up

what I'm drinking
Send My prayers to the stars, with my rod onna seater
She know that trapping be my demeanor, it put a shooter on the bleachers
Rush in

on crackers
Woke up high got my head on backwards
Feel like I might be on the wrong planet
Gave me her number but she wrote it on a napkin
Raining all night by

A little corny, I know
But we was happy, fasho
It didn't last that long
So I went solo
Back then, I went by slick nick
Still watching cartoons, drinking

Get out from under the cover nigga
I get the pillow and smother niggas
That’s on my brother nigga
You live for this shit or you die from another trigger

Omerta

Katatonia

Viva Emptiness

2003

of my fingers
Into my hands
What is it I have been drinking
I do not understand
I thought I'd lost you my brother
I'm so glad you came
My regards

distant as time goes
Spends his nights out drinking with his brother 
It's dawn before he comes home

He don't want me anymore
I told myself over and over

south laying in da southern dirt 



My dick work I ain’t never pop a perc

Shit ain’t sweet I ain’t drinking on no syrup

I ain’t poppin pills just