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trillionaire by the time I'm forty
Treat him like they circles
Gif around me if you do not know me

Even for this music shit, you hatin' me, don't claim we

Man down, put that boy in a trunk
If I spot him, I turn him to runtz
Oh my God, what happened to
Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo
Like she Caribbean,

Yo, the Superbowl's like Christmas, who's gon' clean dishes?
Who's gon' have time to sort through these bitches?
Induced by alcohol
Goal is to rule

gon' be shit
But I'm the only kid that's putting actions behind what I'm speaking
So I'ma take a second here to preach on what I'm doing
Forty-five hour

fact

This is the monologue, music by dialogue, we keep it analog, ya’ll watching write a blog  
We give you content coz we got the sauce
We win

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

up in the group
Only making music cause he wanna hear it from the coupe
Y'all niggas got smart off my verses and palindromes
The closest thing y'all

I think they love me (I think they love me)
I think they love me (I think they love me)
Ay man I think they love me (I think they love me)
I think

guarantee you'll love it if you fuck around with me
240 got the sauce, man 240 bring the heat
240 making waves when he surf up on the beat
240 bring the salsa

Lament For Lester Cousins

Corb Lund

Modern Pain

music and lyrics by Corb Lund


Lester Cousins left his brothers on a work truck filled with others

'cause his father?d left his mother years ago

the sock
Cant feed my habits off of nickels, dimes
So it’s green by the acre house come an shop
Herb gotta nigga in the realest state, my medulla Medusa

"friends"
Big .40 nigga wack that man
You talking down but I know you a fan nigga
Nigga spend so much money on bitches my nigga they thinking I'm made of that

mi se o, omo iya mi ehh)
No be say I no dey pray or do fasting too
Forty four
I was young had a dream to be like Bill Gates (yeah)
No job my brother

supposed to get dap
I'm like, "Man, you got murdered by your opening act!" (Get outta here!)
You ain't fucking with what I brought to the table
You just

for nothing extra
You did me wrong and to me you was special
Dig down into my roots, buried treasure
Get it by any means any measures
Stiff as a board

your chair
They are like how dare he looks so well it's unfortunate
It took us forty years to build up our forte
It's important for him to be fucked

the feelings right when it's getting late at night
For some chicken strips and fries with a milkshake on the side
Cause these forty fresh shakes are trying

the music for that ass so we can wild out
Be that warrior with that douja what we call a smoke out
No doubt these chicks be fiending for that feeling
That two

the heart see the truth in my eyes
Sleep in the sky but I'm still on the climb
Pillows is clouds and I ain't coming down
Sheets full of music don't sleep

congruent
She be too caught up in all the hoes I talk bout in my music but
They ever disrespect they get a full clip
All white at the funeral like Cool Whip
I

all week
Them forty hours ain't got nothin' on the party I need three
Tell shawty pull up in them jeans and turn the bar into a scene, groovin' like

it but I did, I got my reasons (I got my reasons)
By any means, that mean as long as I'm breathing (breathing, as long as I'm breathing)
I'm on it

Hey
All you little dickheads that told me that i'd never be sick
Well you caught me on my bad side man, yeah
Get ready
Uh

If you wanna listen

smokin' to be cool
Stop actin' like somethin' that you not lil' dude
You heard what happened to the last man, just
Be cool
Three K's, like I'm racist, I'm