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What's the point, why do I try
I'll just let life pass me by alone
Took my car out for a drive
Sixty miles per hour just to find
What I should have

me skeet
Dutty wine on this meat
Durty wine for me 1 time
60mil to eat the dick up
It's all mines
Chung tai
Bitty eyes
Suck a country out his ass
Big

time I do it
Watch a documentary I can't get through it
Shit too boring, I start yawing
Zzz, now I'm snoring
I don't give a fuck about the colonies
I

I'm in the fast lane
One thousand two hundred sixty seconds
Till my destination
Pull up
Hope out
Walk in
No doubt
Today's gone be a good day
Cuz I
Say

them racks in 
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get them racks in (skrt)

I get the racks in (yeah), no time for relaxing (no)
My niggas eating good

to stimuli determined by the entity type
Guess it's all relative to who does the doin'
c good screwing's ecstasy or ruin

(chorus)
The roof's on fire
cnd we no

fam just keeping it real
Hopped on the TTC, to get home quick
We took the sixty then the thirty five Jane, then got off in the Lane
Kanye was selling

I ain't gonna tell you again
I'm doing my best to provide
So you better do your homework
What's four times five
You better not come in this house

around like three sixty, but born shifty
twice hard, you either get turned or get time
some stellos get to turn you quick and instant, no fines
somebody

Indian Head Penny

Billy Dean

Men'll Be Boys

1994

track waiting for a train
Snatched up by a hobo and turned right into wine
Pitched up against the wall at least a thousand times

Round and round

ask my family who I'm rolling
What about what's the word
About how we use to hit them shows
At about 60 deep and if they don't get in
It's gon be

And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah, by idiot fucking hippies in fifty different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of 60

it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep

we runnin' this shit right now
We got somethin' special on the way too look

Came up movin' sixty-twos, makin' raw sales
Baking soda in that pot
It

Time got no controller
I'd hit rewind but I might blow it
No fast forward we in the moment
I remember shitty swag, resin pipes
Packing dubs, nickel,

spanning a sea of time and space to set down
sowing the seeds of super-race in this monkey town
scanning in secrecy from beyond the clouds
selecting

who am I to be different
I let it ring for a minute
Them sixty seconds infinite
When you feel finished, diminished
My light was bright now it’s dimming

Datz Y
All you hear is tires screech; wit this drive
I'm only tired of sleep; gettin stronger by the week
Datz Y

Niggas can't catch up wit a time

There is way too much in here at stake
Squash all the beef and season it to taste
There is a time and a place so please keep your voice down while I'm

Every time I look inside a puddle in the dark
I see my father's face man
I wanna do right by him, playing at my own volume
Loud if I choose but I'm

living my life
It's something I find that always works for me
Time flies when you're having fun
And I won't have enough, intelligence I'm lacking some
But

gun, I consider my clique
Thought twenty was a lot until a nigga seen sixty
Down to my last two bands, had to risk it
I been a lot of things, but a nigga

already
Cold by the time I slaughter you all
I can't even son niggas y'all are more like my daughters
This is Hellboy they should call me David Harbour!

I said
Baby would you like some coffee and cream?
By the way I woke up you must've had good dreams
Then we in the kitchen and we haven't even eaten