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hella cool
But what's this world come to
We got money for war
But can't feed the poor
Right Pac so what's it really for
Can you tell meeeee
I thought not

it be fake
And I'm on the grind for the cake
They know I stay drip like the lake
Might fuck her friend on a break
Been gucci surrounded by snakes
I'm

Started out with good intentions
But I knew that it wouldn't last
Existing with no emotion
Got out of hand so fucking fast
Always been apart of me

Green turns to gray.
It'll only be bad if you can't see my face.
This is our place,
And were gonna burn it down for real estate.

I've seen a lot

jacuzzi

It's Crichy Crich, biatch
Hold up, hold my cup while I eat this pussy
She ain't getting this dick if
She ain't good looking
I ain't got time for

time high
I'm taking laps and waving as I go by

I've got all of this shit, going for me
Don't need to think, I'm already
Tickin' that box, burn

back
Those days all lit only by dark
I dunno about you but for me it seems
Like hopeless to get sweet dreams
And it's not a lie
There's not just me

die with pride
Nobody knows how I feel right inside
Long as got narcotics by my side
Really don't start it recommend don't abide
But it in a good way it

greet her
Old friend, good guy
What he says goes

She waltzes through a barroom
Blink you may miss her, the devil he dips her
She'll waltz right through

to catch my breath
I've never had to face a goodbye like this one
Where am I?
I've lost the way back home for good
No more breadcrumbs
The doors that would

All I wanted was peace of mind, some money, a little shine
A little more recognition for what I did with these rhymes
And the image of my side

throw a lob and I catch that

1 AM on a Tueasay night
I'm fucked and I can't feel life
But I feel good cuz the 1/5 of the sky
And that's all that I had by

And was thinking bout the next one
He was... just lonely
With money the long way
So I said you got a friend in me
And let him feel up on me
Didn't even let

a letter off to Santa
He put it in the mail just yesterday
And he pleads...
Dear Santa, all I want is a cure for mommy
Can you please help her not be

escaping
I'm slowly fading
Can't breathe
I'm suffocating
Lord, can you hear my cries?

Forgive me lord for my sick thoughts
Raised on these sick blocks

moving on
It should be right but it seems so wrong
Even then I sit and wonder
Is there a chance for me? Can you set me free?
Or has it all been just a lie

you can hand me
Circle small so I Kan keep it short when accepting my grammy dammit
I guess I gotta give a toast
Oven on preheat kus I like my bread by

know?)
Their blood we'll use as irrigation
For a

Red harvest
Another red harvest, oh

Red
Ah

This harvest came in just fine
It's rotten, but that's by

Facebook
You see I know that the ex's new beau
Has bought her tickets centre front row
For the Real Neil Diamond at the Leeds Arena
It sold out in seconds

life
And for no reason
I want to die
Hurricane season
Cost me my mind
You see, I slip in and out of these states of mind
With my time
And I can't tell

him 
Never bend the rules and get good grades in school
Imma support your every step you just gotta make a move
I do this for my family make sure we all

What good is a world
That only lives inside of fear?
Fear of change, fear of love
Fear of every other person
We're cursed just for living
Life

the corner and I hope it snows
And it didn’t even cross my mind you only get a handful of those
We got unlimited TV
We got unlimited time
No thought for

reminded that what is seen not made by what appears
Do not fear for I am with you
He sen' the comforter, not a pat on my back and a box of tissues
But