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By the time I was twenty-five
I looked like forty-two
With seven hungry mouths to feed
And one more nearly due

Me husband, he walked out on me

You shoulda did me when you had the chance
Now I'm with my braddas we on high demand
Just like I got the crib dawg I'm the man
And I really got it

it. 
In front of me is a glass with Ting in it. 
Sun and sand are natural ingredients 
to happiness. In fact, they’re the key to it. 
So take at least

three truths and a chord 

And if all i get it is you saying whoo-hoo then i think I'm alright with the Lord 

So far I haven't changed or burst into

and work instead
It's half past three
Oh not again
What can I say
Time got away
I'm hangin on just by a thread
I manage
Manage to figure it out
Manage to go

"Yeezy"
It's T.A.M.E., reppin' nine, four, double-five, three
Curb stomping people with the crooked teeth and the tea
It's deep in the sea after the Boston

to face with desire
But i'll fail like all the others
Curse this heart, Formed by faulty circuits and wires
Autonomous android, Devoid, destroyed

or the rising sun
But there's something that I'd like you to know

Oh, would you like to go with me to Whitwell Festival
In the summertime
We can watch the night

at
I don't understand you, you are old news
Wait, why you tryna
Damn I been ballin' nigga
They all call me Spalding
Getting sponsored by Spalding
Bitch

what's popping
I been with it since a toddler
Stealing pens up in my pockets
I don't know just what he heard
He was trying to get on
He dance to close with

By those thighs
You rather have me
In cowboy boots
Saying my name is Clyde
But I don't say sweet nothings
So Sly and devil gleam
Sip your Jim beam babe

I'm Chihiro
Know I keep a blade by my side like I'm Kirito
Cute little sis with a fang, Kirino
Yandere, knife in her hand, Himiko
I'm finna cop a body

long
That's when everybody started singing along with my songs in the club
Now raise your hands up
Line up a round of shots for the dance hall club

brothers that ain’t blood
My family, from my uncles to my aunties, and my cous’
Your life has been a blessing to me and all of us
Let’s dance, have some

got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout shell
No three-fives, money, only ounces and better Before I had fans, I was serving' J's
But the rap can't change me

wild burn by two's
I light fires bright
My mind gon' get right
I work through the night
Spent three days in hell
Man I rose and fell
I dove and I delve
I

ain't have to do one bench press
With no biceps, got two bitches having bi sex
On three perks and still ain't high yet
Mixing pills like jambalaya
I'm

And I'm stoic against those who think that they be slick

[Verse 3]
Packin' the lyrical Pistol, and the rest ain't about it
And I got bullets by the tons,

Smokin on the primo in the sweet
Nigga got hot and the nigga start to freak
Then the wire tap fell straight to his feet

Lookin real sick with a pistol

bezel money walk with  devil....
Strapped with heavy metal and my chick  vanilla....
Ice all on me but I burn like a fever ....
Trap jumping  hard

Accused of high treason & betrayed with a kiss
Led to the slaughter the nails on His wrists

And feet crucified for the sins of man
Sinners mocking but Rock

just as fast as 1-2-3
Lightning bolts exploding from your head down to your feet
With a crash bash smash flash of light you'll see
You're living in

So tight
I damn
Near thought you'd break
Won't say bad things
About your mother
I'll tell you the truth
She never even informed me
That she was

Miss her like a second sister
What is give for sixty seconds with her
I just to tell her that I
Love her like no other
And they ain't no replacement