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know if we can vibe anymore
I was a whole different scene you was fucking wit scrub
I call how I see it I see shit for what it was
The odds all against

and well
Well, she might have to warm that bed by herself
She might have to watch Narcos by herself
I just hope that it's not with someone else
I wonder how

and porous,
And I'm missing one-or-more inner organs,
Ends, odds and duodenums,
Caught up in morphin with endorphins coursin,
Waddling around on all four limbs,

Work twice as hard beating the odds
I wanna live life but I live to get by
They doing me dirty this country ain't sly
Give you a week just for two days

never seem to have the best luck on an open highway I will get stuck
Respect I am left none I'm itching to get it like a bite from a bed bug by night I'm

copied it off
I type, "you ain't my type"
That's why I'm spacing my bars
On the key stuck between the two alt's
Go against anything but the odds
Fuck it,

And the purpose of life  can be defined by scientific outcomes
So tell me what theory can you cast your care on?
And what quadratic equation can get your son off

Main Thang

Eric Bellinger

Eazy Call

2018

we shouldn't be involved (No)
But this Henney got me thinkin' of my odds

I just left the club and I'm tipsy so be on your way (yeah)
I already

staring at the sun won't blind you
It's just a lie used by the world to come bind you
But I know a place the won't find you 
cnd if you believe you can fly

look I give is a death stare, cause I swear to heaven I feel no love here
"Stop it, kid, don't swear by heaven or earth, let your yes be yes and your no

is
When black lords was videoed ko's
I was naughty by nature getting
OPP like hey ho
1 track mind couldn't tell me nothing either
After that spike lee

time to go through it, pursue it, just do it
When the timing belt popped off, I buckled up, buckled down so when shit pops off 
Living by the code

to talk, trying not to talk yeah
Trying not to talk about it
Trying not to talk, trying not to talk yeah

I'm surrounded by fakes, I get 0 support
Tryna hold

a real life Pharaoh
Be impressed by my apparel 
We step out 
I don't feel comfort 
If you don't feel let down 
I've been on the rise 
So that means if I

quick, They try to predict my fall
Their predictions ain't shit next to the list of odds that I managed to beat
I came up with nothing handed to me
Had

even I'm at odds
At a struggle with the battle between my fame and my God
Asking myself if I feel I've done wrong
While I stand by the lyrics

needing a seed fix
My camaraderie like Connery check speed of reflex
So my small squad will mob these odd jobs
To chop caps with top hats, don't even need

and you and where's my tooth
There ain't no fairies
Look
I ain't gone lie to you
The world is heavy
But judging by how you know that
It's giving that you

catching all these blessings 
And that's on my god
I'm just living my best life
Haters think that's odd 
They did me dirty 
Run them numbers, then I get even

Still dot my i's and cross my t's
And I won't lie when I am high
More musical when blowing trees
But don't want life to pass my by with drink and drugs

We on assignment
Commissioned by the black hole in the center of the Milky Way
No longer chained up like Andromeda
Time is to lived not contemplated

the system
Even beat the odds
Man, this shit addicting
Bout to raise the price up, different options, cuz I'm him yeah
I just raised the bar and shot my shot

Lombardi Trophy Back to Lambeau field Yeah!
Bart star!
One of the greatest by far
To ever play it before
Cause back then quarterbacks
Really went to war

pointin in my direction who beatin these odds

I duck low

did they see me was I kinda slow

this my time to go?

why not try a long time ?m tears falling