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Running - I've got no time to waste on bullshit
Or what you have to say
Get out of my way
I've got a life waiting for me

All the goals that I set for

no more
You wanna move on and you so sure
You looking for that key to that closed door
Even knowing that ain't something he'll go for
Holla at me

hall
Harmonies are harmin' me
Ain't no lines of poverty
Mama worked at SC

Call me Cosby, commonly
Gettin' punked in the dumps, punch trunk
Highest,

on a mission

To get this money by any means

So Fuck Ya
 IF A Friend Wanna TURN INTO a enemy

It's PE 

So Fuck all that Bullshit

Your getting mad because you

student loans, tuition fees
A better you with a lot of dreams, minus all the bullshit by any means
That can't come between your aspirations, fuck that ass

student loans, tuition fees
A better you with a lot of dreams, minus all the bullshit by any means
That can't come between your aspirations, fuck that ass

no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)

Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar

in this bitch
Nigga that's how we do that shit
Die, die on the Westside-Eastside right
Niggas can't understand it, no doubt
No doubt my scandalous

and now it's milly rockin
Surrounded by snakes, I swear these niggas plottin
I don't gotta heart no more, that shit was buggin
Oh shit it's the heart break

no bullshit
Charging full force in this game, all I see red
Have you niggas running and screaming like that nigga Fred

I be by my lone
In the back

No one gave a fuck about his
Jam and it was cast away
And his fuckin name forgotten by a
World that shit on him
Until he was discovered by, a Muslim

Mao Tse Tung Said

Alabama 3

Exile on Coldharbour Lane [Bonus Disc]

1997

even backed it up! He was shot down! Bullshit, “Love is the only weapon with which I got to fight”. I've got a hell of a lot of weapons to fight! I got

My Room feel like a cell
My rap emotional as hell
I'm Aversive to the surface level bullshit type emotions
A smokin kinda beat
My music number 23
I

Gotta get back to my bullshit
Homie you rap to my music 
Feeling the groove
Leaning and cruise
Yeah I know its an illusion 

Gotta big gun in my

to fade away
But you choose to take their side
Then you hide till the pain passes by
Throw those heavy thoughts aside
Goodbye. Goodbye
I'll send out

knows
Everybody chose up, but its you that I chose
So I hope you choose me
If its been too late, was it my mistake
Was it all the bullshit that I used

have no fun
By doing what I’m told
So perhaps the cancer
Saved my life
Before I got too fuckin’ old
The tiny tarry tumour in the dark behind my brain

bitch, you riding the trends
Ain't nothing left for us both in the end
I can feel the waves come crashing in my head
I can't deal with all the bullshit

prepared for whatever
By any means
I gotta make it home
Back and I'm better
I would say
That it's back to the cheddar
But honestly
I never even took time off

Ooh, on the deadlocks, on the deadlocks Ooh, on the deadlocks, on the deadlocks
Look, I was out of town on some bullshit Smoking on some bullshit

pull up, she end up right beside me
Known to change a life of a dime piece
She D for real, I beat Pharrell
Particular set of skills suite life no

can't play
There's no ish, one way ish, go by the tape
Bitch
Alice is in chains for bein' the predator
Soul is the asylum
House of Hrazees scarin' ya

boutta party no bullshit
Now we all coasting off potions
Horny emotions
Wet like Pacific and Atlantic Ocean
I see a booty from east to the west
I like your

down they ain't getting very far
Tryna make it into town navigating by a star
The Guards pull up on us and we dip
Just about time to go spot for a spliff