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shouldn't be talking
And when I fuck
You really shouldn't be walking
I'll do anything for the love
That I got for you cause you are my love
I got a new deal I

we don’t have that luxury, baby
So go ahead and show your love for me baby
I know that this isn’t the last song
Not Jordan, this isn’t the last dance
I

my steps and
He guides my feet
Ears ain't  heard eyes ain't never seen
All of the plans that he got for me
I opened up the book
And found the recipe

breathe, let 'em breathe
At ease, at ease, at ease, at ease
Good energy is the recipe
Necessity, not accessory
And these momentary disparities?
Treachery by

and writing songs
By the cold pool water
A recipe for my love, so
If someone like Braeden exists (mhm)
Someone else out there must (right?)
But at least that's

you try yeah
Lord knows I'm higher
Manz be hating but they bious
No the devel couldn't by us
Come and sit on my face
A king see all the aces
I only love

breathlessly
Chemistry intensity heavenly destiny
Soul complexity love is the recipe ya body weaponry
You selected me giving you the best of me
Speak telepathy

despite now, I'm tripping you're gone
By any means necessary I'm going to get rich
Stack it and flip
Going for the crown until I'm down broke hoes aren't

everybody love
Follow me back or we dead
Perhaps it wasn't meant to be
They talking bout my cooking
When i wrote the recipe
It ain't my fault your lady

Ain't this shit funny
Now they love me
Thought it was it fuck me
I ain't no dummy
I need that crib out by the water
Want my car start like a monster
Get

till four o'clock in the mornin'
I've been through so much shit, I got a helluva story

You say I'm cookin' now, but I've had the recipe
I've been doin'

on the game by half time
Reason in my brain just to pass time
Search for a pain that I can't find
Cause tell my enemy, is not the enemy
Just tell my enemy
He

Bank
Is Ben Frank
Call me Mr Benjamin
I go by Mr Get The Pot Right
I Been Whippin Up
I been Cooking All night
Put them bitches in a pot
I only like em if

to see
You suffocate me and it's hard to breathe
Looked for the top and honestly
Feel like a rockstar, Kurt Cobain
All these bitches tryna top me off

say they love you 
Yeah but they're waiting for the rest to see
How you struggled till they set you free
Held you up just enough to let you breathe

n***** 
Ain't keep it real with me should know that we cant even be homies for real

Even with me receiving all the love that I get it get lonely as hell

all up for closure
Lumped in the one big dump for the culture
Pumped that my rhetoric jumps from the sofa
It cruises by
Just between you and I
Can’t

I never need feedback
So baby buss it for me and make them cheeks smack
Prolly by the end of the week you'll wanna recap
Any thoughts you have I'll

rested felt an assessment hell in a cell and I'll melt in my section
Can't tell if it's love and affection or other things mumbling up in my head again

Filling up your tummy gotta do it every day
Making time for all that cooking that'd be fucking cray
Planning ahead ain't nothing new listen close

These drugs that we hit
Don’t fix us well
But after one hit
We fix for that fix
That never could fix
These problematics
All by itself
We know this
But

Or something next to it
But I just need some trust
I'm soon to get a grip but first I must
Take some time & be myself
I love you man
Thanks for all your help

Tryna live like Sosa in Dubai
I ain't gotta sell coca to be fly
Got next like a bowtie on a guy
Drove by in a 5 two dimes in the car
Seventy outside,

animal raps the cannibals clap
the sicker the bigger the love 
they wanna see me clubs wit bitches on drugs 
henny and thugs

powder and mollys 

burnin