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the tale of the American Hippie continues
Plagued by drug abuse
And now, social media reality confused

Oh, when you were thirteen, you lost your mom
Mom, oh, oh, oh
That ain’t an easy place to be starting from
Plus that time you almost got taken away by

Was in my shell now I manifest shit
You hate on me watch your top five list
Hit the ground now I'm really up like six
I rain on your parade finna take

Now listen here, young sonny Jim
And I'll tell you how I lost my limbs

One day when I was playing darts
I punctured all my body parts
I quelled

But you may elect a scapegoat on the side
From your recollection a firm clear connection
Can erase the walls the sun was forced to ride
Now in this time

entertain us with their fall

From the fake grace afforded by us all
Hiding in plain sight at the mall
At the mall
Won't you hush, my little darlings

After

meet me by the rail
I don't like sitting in the back
I like catch the bass O'Dell
Now lets bail
All my e girls with a cash app
Where you at
All my metal

as piranha's mayne now wherever we be 
We lock it down its da carter mayne
And I heard 12 looking for me in da jects' by my Facebook name know my face worth

No deals pro bono, CashApp, Venmo 
Or pass the dough in a sealed envelope (Thanks)
My palms itching, I'm on a mission for large riches
And if you

hair and played guitar in a barefoot band like this, 

Well on with story, I don't wanna bore ya so I'll get to the which-a-what I'm talking about

See I

that I simply can't afford
Well for now but when I sign it'll be a whole different story
As far as credit is concerned y'all know that God gets all

season's past looks like Jim Caviezel's back
Motherfucker I bleed this passion
Finally, your mind in me
I'm finding me

13 loops on your neck, you banged up

me
Them boys stiffer than weave
They on edge, and I know niggas jealous
Flow 500 degrees
You get burned like some trees
If it's smoke in the air we

like the James Gang
Now I tell em all the same thing
Ya'll can kiss my ass
2 middle fingers up yup
Ya'll can kiss my ass
2 middle fingers up yup
Ya'll

to Jim Crow
Why ya bitch in my face
Im the one like Jamarr so i kno she chase
After this no i can't retrace Hit hoes by twos no face no case
Nigga

20 years crime, national decrease
But more unarmed shootings by police
Increase in White hate groups
Rose 813 percent
Just because we had one Black

torches goin burn
White woman on the elevator said a Kid looked, now he gotta die, first Race riot 1921, bombs dropped from The Sky
Baby on the hip gun in

sent me out the room for making everybody laugh
Every gem(Jim) that I carry's(Carrey)  in my mask I'm not mad, just don't talk to me
I'm still learning

Three Bottles

Lenny Cooper

Diesel Fuel

them bottles in the trash, and walk away, and never look back

But these three damn bottles that I call my friends. When I think about it now, hell I'm

Alright, I mean right now I'm in a dark room, but that's what I'm usually in
I don't know, I really be feeling like I figured it all out
You know,

Runnin' wild chasin' that dream
And you were the Coke to my Jim Beam
Yeah, we had it all
Had the world by the tail
And I was the hammer
And baby you

me not to pull out and she clinch it

She know that I'm gifted was cursed by decisions I made before I was a pops
Now I'm a success I could be up next

ayy)

These feds keep preeing cah I'm black 
They'll see you in a group and call you a gang (oh, no)
No cap, no cap, free Slim Jim, twenty-one in

Somebody Told Mary

Kenny Price

One Hit Follows Another

1967

every day made me wanna know
But someone saw me as I wrote our names side by side
In a heart on my valentine to you
Now everyone knows I guess includin'