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And I would always question
"What am I gonna do now?"
'Cause it was complicated, but it felt right
I thought I didn't care
But she got me up all night

and party
Getting ready make the physical beauty
Channel it then I'm out the door
Let me think how will I do this? (How?)
Still Gotta make my coin let's do it

can see that we hurt
I can see we confused
That our trust been abused
So we mask it in turnt
What will you do with your words
Paint a picture of your

the middle like sandwich toppings
Rappers bite styles like fucking parrots talking

She's the kind of girl who'll only say fuck while I'm inside her
Do I arise

cut from that cloth
Because I am a butterfly
You are a moth
Cuz you lame and you slow
And you move like a sloth
I don't need no label
I do it myself
So

you ain't heard I am on do not disturb
Mayan told me to observe Riik told me kick that bitch back to the curb
Back to the curb
Bitch I said swerve

'm packing blunt from a bag of green
If you ain't moving forward to you I have an allergy
It's me, myself and I, what an analogy

I been running from a devil

already passed your prime
Who you think you are to combine reggae with rhymes
Nevermind the sharp decline of the industry, that's a grind
Hi, I'm here now,

Sol even more so.
I mean, it's really good stuff.
I mean, they're expensive to do,
but I will say, especially
with Gauchos Do Sul
you get what you pay

collar like your daddy fashion
I was raised by the beltway
You catching ass whoopings like your daddy sagging
I'm a bad assassin, killing everything
Pass

through what I've innovated

I go crazy on a beat
I go psycho
Type of shit'll make you wanna take a life
Whoa
Flowing automatic
I'm an addict when I'm at it

playing strings

I'm like
What is that? I think I could go higher!

Oh, shit! Why'd you do that?!

I'm starting over i'm starting
Over! That was so

Same

Is the fuel that I need for fighting
For this life that ain't even mine
Don't bother to check my life
No water to tear these eyes
Don't you know I am

no chance, so his soul cooked
Up a plan to escape from the dark nights
And the days that he prayed he'd be alright
What you know about seeing niggas

all of you have felt the pain I've spoken
Yeah
My mind has has awoken

If life is just a game
I guess I am "The Greatest Showman"
Say you cared bout my

alone then live accompanied by snakes
I gotta get up from the bottom do whatever it takes
I Lock myself up in the booth lemme lone I need space
Where was

I'll last
88K about my past
Now that I'm here, I'm so attached
I ask myself- how am I here now?
What did I do to make these sounds?
What time is my life

and hours

You saw the waaay ouuuut
Now we're caught up in this misery and hell
Of knowing what it was you do so well
Oh well...! I really tried to love you

the pit, bitch, I'ma always wanna fist-fight
I aim for your liver (yes)
Yeah, I got these chains on, but I am not your nigga (what, what?)
She got long

in my nuts
Never for the love
But she make it feel real though
She fuck me and not you dildos

I ain't different, but she thinks I am
Usually
I don't

boy are you dreaming
Swear to god ima go the distance
I don't really got time for bitches
Had gut pains from them wakes Nigga this whole different kinds

conversations about girls and psychology and music and theology and superheroes
And yes I still think Andrew Garfield is the best Spider-Man
You were my rock

Blase Blah (Off Tha Head)

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

Ursula, where you at?
Aiyyo Dan, where you at?
Yo, nobody in here but me and Taj
July 23rd, watch me do it

Now, I flips like a stack

can't decide, I can't decide, I can't decide what I'ma do
I'm earnin' stripes, I'm earnin' stripes, I'm earnin' stripes
Is it for you
I don't know

You