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tell the story
Just loosely based on delusions
The loose ends was always frayed by conclusions that we had met
Now my head is wetter than rain
Brain

rap death and the album is comin' stand by
Jason Chucky Freddy couldn't kill it its hard so eh! try
And then if I'm not the king of the mixtapes then

and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just

judged by 12 for embezzlement
Swear I'm being pushed to that point
End up like bones
Stuck in the joint
My eyes drift away as I'm writing this
Phone

Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by

Carry my own weight I float away by igniting leaves
Stay by the fire tree wind is cold but inspiring
Everything is so tiring I don't why I lie to me
I'd

More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric 
That month I made an album and no one

to like smoking with homies
But now I prefer getting high by myself, I don't know
Why I be like this, ay, when did I grow
So fucking violent, I lost control

kicked down
This is motherfucking yarn, I wrote a whole album bout my cat though
The kid in the sandbox gets their castles kicked down
Welcome to, welcome

kendrick lamar
Pulling my strings out one by
One like a guitar
Taking the air out my lungs
Extracting it out the top like a jar
Hold up
As i light i thought

album
Wondering what my outcome
Want the black triangle but I'm
Real with or without one
Cuase I'm a still sport wrinkled Armani jeans
Smokin' beedies

than new shoes
Women coming by the flock I'm trying to buy me a coupe
Two seater no need for no one else
But me and you
They come around cause I'm

the cockpit
Heavy represent, buy the album when I drop it

Words to live by words to die to

I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by

and when your album drop we'll remember
And to all the Arab governments all yall pretenders
Kings only by title just a puppet
Words without action we ain't

because I feel like I drown
Though the surface is right there
No air to be found
I can not live up to what I am right now
Why and what do I love?
Do I love?

whores and gore under floorboards
Lords go splickety splat
London after midnight
As death strolls in through the windows
Hugging on ya kin folk shadow by

Last Laugh

Canibus

Mind Control

2005

at this
I've contructed sentences 
That'll stand longer then stone henges megaliths
My first and second albums consists of more then a million terabits

Licence to Kill

S. Pri Noir

00s Licence to Kill

2014

comptent .3.5.7
Drive by speed dans une 407
Mon son résonne de Nice jusqu'à Sete
Dans 5 piges je f'rai pendre vos têtes
Ici ça taffe dur, y a d'la pure

in your face
Then slap the guy that made them
Been harrased by police more times than
I've tweeted the word Amen
I'm not a wreckless yout
But if I need

na chwilę wbić w te Air Max'y
Zrobiłem to jak każdy mixtape z pasji
Przegrywasz bitwę tu by wygrać wojnę
I każdy patrzy znowu coś ma do mnie
Mówią na

Every song is a homicide
My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
Just let the album ride
I'm back in the zone, it's 2009
You on the browser lines

U Ain't Gotta Go Home

Joe Budden

Joe Budden [Clean]

2003

I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction you deny you want proof
I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth

U Ain't Gotta Go Home

Joe Budden

Joe Budden

2003

Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you