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alerted not yet retreating
(close to insanity)
The climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing
(close to insanity)
Now everybody in the populis

Shit was getting bad
Now it's only getting badder
Shit
Shoutouts to my dawgs
Eating from the shoe magic
That type of shit you making 6 figures

The Streets)
 
I Hop Out The Truck Sauced Up Cause I’m Bossed Up (Bossed Up)
Mag’d Up, Swagg’d Up, Get Ya Bag Up
Artist & The CEO, Stunting Like My Daddy Nem

a while out couple months
The covid had me wildin' out
I'm a schizotypal now, the loomin' thoughts of
Paranoia doom
In a room
In a room, student housing in

abstraction, replaced with
Spherical contemplation, and empirical observation
Magic carpet cadets with edible starvation
Chasing, the faceless realm behind

to it
From my rib he added breast to it
He said be fruitful or you dead stupid
He said my body is the bread Judas
So we out here getting bread then

words before they
Crop me out the picture
That a selfie, self less, I'm self raising
I had no P, outta breath, I kept chasing
Couldn't go sleep, no rest

niggas don't hesitate if they shoot you, 
I stay by myself rapping to these beats on the Bluetooth

I'm just me I'm living life with no regret, 
I'm upset

a window
Puff the whole bag yeah we never leave a little left over
With the west coast doja
Make magic on the mic after packing up the pipe
See beyond black

frankly I'm just confident not cocky
Picking each one out by name and tell them that you ain't gon' stop me
Had a bad Spanish chick, she was hot just like

I'm magic 

I gotta know is it that ride or die 
Lately everybody stuck in my mind 
Think I got lost but I'm fine 
You say you hidin well fuck it, never

bitches know now, yall should call it quits
I don't believe in magic, stop the fuckin tricks
All these games being played save it for the kids
Pay

Lying on a Beach

Joel Plaskett

La De Da

2005

The temperature's a hundred and one
Everybody take off your pants
Lying on a beach in the sun
Trying to figure out what to do
Lying in the sun on the beach
I realized

asleep
Yo, I'm tired of the back beat
No more chilling sitting in the back seat
NAH hush that fuss
Everybody move to the front of the bus and drive
Swerve

(Drvmlord)
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

First day out, hit Tay with a hundred members (members)
Unreleased J's,

bound but a goddess-
Cetra wings
Magic cast
Don't come up last
Pick the petals of my flowers
To see the forecast
Uh,
Vision flowing through stitches 
With

the fight
Everybody here, alright
Shout out to Juice and Mojo fo' sho' though
Putting this verse in Soho
Oh no, I ain't fuckin' with no ho
Bitch, you cannot

be your drill sergeant
You know give you major pain
We can make magic and then I can pull
A David Blaine, I tend to make a habit
Out of that I swear

(Thank you to everybody who came on this journey with me
	& anybody who’s gonna come on the journey in the future
	I appreciate all the love, energy,

Can't fuck with lying bitches
Can't trust niggas reason I'm dyin with it
Skud don't be out side no more
Late nights we done made it wicked
Three five

are so drastic, from classic to magic
From tragic to madness, i'm over dramatic
cnd i can't sit still in one place for too long
Cause when i'm stagnant

out here like they looking for the president
Sir i'm just resident
I see you as lesser than
Pouring out my henny like i'm going up in dividends
Stepping

database, find out where the nazis live
show up at they fuccin house, kill everybody but the kid
sell em into slavery, far east as the arab world
righteous

make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s