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Pass the verse
While we pass the weed
Randomly
Lockin' choruses and the keys
Make the song
Then drop the heat
Listen to it on repeat
Now it's time

some old friends all them boys hella broke
Bitches flood the crib like fiends we ain't selling dope
Dropped a couple songs n now we dont get along
I

the dream, yeah
Bobbling along like I never belong
Running a dream, yeah, running a dream, yeah
Maybe one day I’ll write a hit song
Living the dream, yeah,

barely talk to him, causes he’s scared
And tells me all the time he thinks I’m going nowhere
That’s my reflection, I reflect on life
Whatever my direction,

Writing this song, wishing for more
So I close my eyes, and let my mind explore
I'm lying so happily, under an old sycamore
Snap back to reality, by

to get this shit up outta my system
Outta my mind
Wasted too much time
It's my turn to shine
Been doing this too long
No one can write my song better than

closed but this time that couldn't stop me
I wouldn't scream another song written angrily in drop D

At last I made it in and I hope you don't think I have

times
So there's eleven different versions that, you'll never find
But when I, write to you, I guess I don't feel so alone
So when I, write these words, I

the pain, strife; and he might
Receive all the dislike - but it's why he still writes and
It's time I decide to; release my first album
Since Jay-Lee EP was

Neighbor of the Milky Way
I'm up in space got no time for negative thoughts in my brain
I'm taking aim at the enemy
I'm staying in my lane
Dream permanent

all over you
Tell me bout them scars and open wounds
Better yet if we not in a Social mood
I book a beach hotel by the open blue
 
Watermelon,

bad hoes sell that booty by the kilo
She workin' that pole, tossin' dough ain't no filo
The grind got me stressed, losin' hair like its chemo
Number 5

Every time I hit the pump
It doesn't seem to me
This is just a little speed bump
All I can do is write it down in song
Cause I don't know what's wrong
No

as hard as limp dicks
Sold your souls for money spent it all on peace in mind
When a twenty dollar hit won't buy you back the hands of time
Fallin in

I don't care what they say
You don't like me I don't like you too, I'm just tryna get paid
I did about 30 songs yeah in this month, still catch

Didn't hurt me that bad cause I can take a hit
The worst part about it, I'll be lonely on Christmas
No New Year's Eve kiss again, can't believe you just

And I’m losing
I’m losing hope
I’m running laps in my mind
We play this game all the time
I say that I feel fine
Why do my songs have to rhyme?
It fills me

Ran into some friends last night
All started with hi
Ebony and Jezebel
They're both my type
Good lord I hear wedding bells, or police sirens
I must

east not out west
Easily blame habits on astrology
Easier than owning an apology
But divinely planned and fitted
Preparing for when the time

Sonder... Bars
It's a new time now it's a new place
I'm a hang ten I'm on a new wave
I'm a take five I'm a give you a break
I'm an eraser better make

event I haven't spoken... (Uh!)
So I wrote some (Uh!) shitty rap songs (Uh!)
Didn't record! (Uh!) I just sat on (Uh!)
Every shit little rap, rhyme bar

matter what they told you, if I told you then that's all it is
Wondering what my problem is
I'm just tryna find a perfect time to find a balance
Might have

troubling times
We need His strength to help us fight
Hold back the tide so He may break the seal
Stand fast with hearts ablaze
Empowered by His righteous

Badman Riddim [Friction Mix]

Vato Gonzales

Ministry of Sound: Addicted to Bass Winter 2010

2010

we been doing this ting since day,
Time to hype up crowd on the way
From the moment when the DJ press play,
What d'ya bassline hit up ya chest,
It's