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HOOK:

I SAID 
IS HE REALLY ON LEVEL? 
HE SAID HE

relations, don’t do the loving 
So I’m speeding, fireway I really did this on my own 
All by myself I really did this on my own 

Couldn’t ask for help I had

Rumour has it, Rumour has it
That ya got a problem

With people talkin', squawking 
Criticizing and you'll never stop them
And judging by the way you

ever growing up being a woman beater
That’s not what king’s do
Show you how king’s move
Do the knowledge on your heritage
Sun you Black & Rican
So

trees,
Like nigga what you want,
Tell me what you need,
Percosets & molly,
But I prefer smoking trees,
I'm just living my life,
By the moment,
Like I'm

be fake
Stay watching a nigga every move 
So pressed I just can’t relate 

Pre-chorus :Make sure you keep your grass cut so u can see the snakes 
Make

to this corporate life
I'm thinking bout the reasons I been single all my life
Remember growing up, we really lived by ball is life
Now we play every now

probably are not
The only thing you shit is that bullshit that plops
If you don’t take a risk then you gone miss your chance
We out here making moves making

all over with
(Over it's all over)

Sweat falls by the hour
Not tryna call my bluff
Prolly think I'm with the fellas
But I'm in my room
I'm thinkin'

yea we too legit
We was outside on the block hustling serving feins right
Y'all was playing with crayons and chalk
Inside by the street light
Purple

The other day came slowly from overhead
And it reminded me that we're both dead
I remember so long ago
We had the world by the tail
Back when we

heart was vacant
Till you walked in
Your humor matches mine
You caught me by surprise
Stars don't ever align
Thought I misread the signs
Then you proved

When you leave me
You just want me to follow
Have me by a leash
You think I belong to you
Can just tell me what to do
And I would do it too

You've

as I drove by Bob Basking Park
Eighth graders with long sleeve flannel shirts wrapped around their waste
And the mohawk that I grew out back in '88

I'm

Here's a new day
A new blank page to fill
Making my way
Let the fate turn the wheel

Yesterday's gone
Today I wanna feel alive
Need to move on
Time

consciousness
So let's go
Let´s drop our t-shirts
By the snow
Pour over me that glow
Move slow
And let our brains get overload
To send our fake selves far away

I'm dying to know
Maybe you won't be mine, and truly that's fine
I'm in no rush, but you're not just a crush
You're the kind of guy, that I want by my

I miss you dearly
Wish you were near me
But now I see clearly
It's time to move on
But I'm fine I'm okay
I'll drink the night away
In my lonely bed

Yeah that's my move I call it the Linguistic Kick
Hit ya with it you're gone like you slipped in a rift
Cunning dude and y'all too simplistic
Funky fumes

If I catch a opp, imma smoke him
It's me and my brothers, you know that we making it quick
Chocolate suit, bet it's tailored by Swiss
She want a bag, I

niggas stressed high
Drugs are dealin', You cop the best buy
Kentucky Rounders
Move around the corners you found us
SAPS crowd us
At the corner store, Get

shit
Been popping since post placement
Spitting shit so hard I engraved my name in the pavement
Niggas move like displacement
Been on the come up but

by the seaside
We hide in the sand
Holding your hand
There's something in my eye
I like the way you move
So, say you'll be around because I found

love
But you make it feel
Like It Never Mattered
Every move calculated
Investments
Real life Genius
Not the one you should be testing
Feels like you left