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on but I'm stuck in cement

I guess you didn't know how to love
I guess you didn't care this much
cll those memories of you, we'd stay up and talk in my

keep getting these underhands

	cll these kids just push me down
	Can't stand up cause i'm on the ground
	Talk of me is flowin' round
	Flips my life all

Hausa, 
I no be Yoruba. 
I no be any of these tribes.
I'm a Cross River Boy,
But I no send at all.
I no care where you come from.
But wetin we dey talk

don't give a damn if you live or die
Goddamn the pusher man

I have to have what you're cooking
It's more than I can afford
Supplied by your chemical

near not even the crew
Just me and this really large dude so I have to talk my way through
And by the end I'm singing at his wedding and I feel sorry for

on the sidewalk while the coppers watch
You need to listen when I talk, so pop a squat
Influenced by the one who finished off Papa Doc

My flow and his beat is

I know it's hard for you to
Stand your ground
I know they're talking too much
And it's too loud
But all the talks and the
All the rumours and the
All

The look your eyes that can read my mind
There's no comin' back
The look your eyes that can read my mind
There's no comin' back

Intoxicated, I must talk

watch me pull up in a brand new truck
Why you wanna talk about us? Made it out the mud with the fam I trust
Now you wanna pipe up -, could've been

surrounded by the wolves now
How you like me
Na na na
You all in danger
Don't talk to strangers
Let me make it crystal clear
Before you disappear
Searching for

grinding by myself, ain't need no one to manage me
I'd be dead if I'm wrong, ain't no one just can compete, yeah
Push to start the whip, I'm going fast, I'm

I turn and ask the n**** who made this beat

Who can I run to? Me!

Yea I said it

The answers been inside all this time

Now I get it

You wanna talk

I have more than enough

It's not Halloween anymore, the colors changed
And you don't have to wait by the door
And there is no reason to be

to come over

I want you to just sit on my sofa 

cnd talk to me 

Cause you sound like Peace

 I need you right by me

I want to know who you are

I want

business is right as a pencil.
Used to be way out, ride, ride.
To us fuckboys who talk, get cock out.
Roll up in pack, no Zaza, no raps.
Roll with J's like

There was a moment
In time
But we let it slip by
(Bye bye)

So when it rains
While you wait for the bus
Make the minutes pass
Daydream of us

Live

used to sit here on a Sunday night
And play to the sunset sky
I think you thought that we'd be there by now
And I'm sorry to tell you I'm
Still sat

alot by myself
Probably why I dont ever ask for help no more
(Yeah)
Would you catch me if I fall, yeah
Made my own way through it
Yeah Im bad with my words,

to me

I kneel by the bed and pray for breakthroughs. But, talk is cheap. I may just make moves
It's hard for me to wait for angels. And God can see

that I am on the come down
Having felt before like the walking talk of the town
I know a little too well how I feel when you're not around
And that this

I'm terrified to come
By and tell you that I still
Try to let go of the past
I'm holding on for dear
Life for you to look in my
Eyes and mumble words

k'ọrin moma nrori
So kini motiikọ tan fi sọpe moti nwọwi
Na dem talk say mio jasi
Adult and young dem bouncing (to ma vibe)
Your noodles quick done
No mean

happy
Talk to em in private, they be upset actually
Dealing with life, ya girl just left, you gotta handle it right
Say you feeling alright, that's what

Now now now
I've been running all around
Preaching to the lost and found
Never judge a book by it's cover
And every time I wanna talk with you
Those