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can get a time machine to turn back time
Now I gotta pretend like everything's fine
Washing my face before I go to sleep
And seeing your makeup

On the way there I got some scars
Like GTA, I race my car
Always got gas, I go real far
I get shot down, I get shut down
Ion need no help, I'm on my own
Where

shines bright
And word to this naive girls
Ain't no such existance of a person like mr right
My favourite rapper used to go by the alias the black Frank

a genuine smile, no time to snooze 
Had to wake up and smell the coffee and make a cup for you too
I aint never heard of YouTube before so no tutorials on how

burning a disc, it's a dub for you
Son I ain't gon' play the game unless I get the W
Them hoes geeks off the rap Allah
They been coming to me for

at weddins
And greetin grannies in heaven
You done know the slushies are dope at the 7/11
I’m sorry
I couldn’t help but go off
You get what you get when

They say they gonna love you, but they really hate
Can't fuck with none of y'all, there's too many fakes
They say they want my spot but never go

missing you
I wish I could
Go back to those times
When you were mine
Before it all fell into pieces
You were by my side
I didn't try
But I just hope you

Drinks you gotta factor in
The worst your imagining
I know this news is staggering
Backlash I can manage it
Love I can bandage it
Girl I'm speaking adamant

Sometimes I get nervous
What why
I want to be famous
Oh right
But do I deserve it
Like if you want something
You gotta go get it
And people might try to stop

song
I ain't gotta tell you go play my song
20 for a feature hit up my phone 
Rap on a verse sing on a chorus
I remember days sitting on the porch
Been

a truck
Got it tucked, he get it up like it's stuck
All night, I like
You ain't gotta say when you know it's on sight

Yo tengo todo lo quiero baby no me

of head, I'm in his throat, fuck your bitch up on her toes
I ain't used to really have no money, now my neck froze
Pedis bitch, right to the gang, you finna

Ooohhh aye
Talkin' power in tradition, so you gotta sit
My people bleedin' till this day, that ain't it
They took over my land and it still got me pissed

ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but

wanna blow me
Had to get this shit all by my mothafuckin' me lonely
Once I, once I, once I get it
TayK verse 
Gun time, gun time, now I gotta kill him I

Bring the beat in
Let's fucking go
This is Coca-Cola
I'm ready

Bunch of alcoholics, listen you are sitting counting losses
Not a pound of profit,

side by side

Murders in the rue morgue
Someone call the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Run before the killers go free

There's some people

Coz this world is a mixed bag
You either go big or just go home
Can't live without you, I'm falling apart
You've left with a cigarette burn right in my

of the abuse
Girl me too
Plus your home been
Colder than a igloo
Old memories
They never hold
Never constant
Change where we go
By emotions
Scientific woe
But

pressed by da homies den dont come dere
In ma city im da one dere nigga
Choppa go blocca da oppas gotta runny run switching flows like niggas do when da

IT’S UNHEARD 
‘CUZ I AIN’T SPOKE IT YET 
THAT’S HOW THIS SHIT WORK
YEAH 
THAT SHIT WORK 
YEAH, YEAH
THAT SHIT WORK

‘CUZ EVEN WHEN THE DREAMS COME TRUE

tryna go home and roll some weed up
Don't like to feel defeated, so I kick my feet up
Yeah, I'm a fuck up, but shut the fuck up
I spent a lot of time

life turned hypochondriac
Stockton slap hit em chopped in half it's karate class
Ain't feeling it unless I slaughter the track
Cock it back pop and blast