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the clothes
Dreaming of sold out shows
Trying to shake off the woes
I've been living what I wrote
Isolate my mind in a mansion surrounded by a moat
Been sick

viewin
Album coming soon and I know you niggas finna review it
And finna approve it I'm battle-tested and I've been proven
This a moment made in history

a decision, it ain't a home
These are nothing but just walls with a ceiling
I see myself, in a mansion far from all of who's speaking, not by myself
But with

loaded, wheels on the road now the gang froze
Now they starting over stuck in safe mode, tunnel vision so I always face forward
Closet full but I wear

in love with gangsta rap
And the boy grew up shady even though he far from that
Didn’t take too long for the pillys acting silly smoking weed
Dreams

thinking that it’s time
When we collab it’s like Shaq
And Kobe in da prime
I’ve been on an over grind
For the album time
But the EP could drop soon like
Dame

A stream of Consciousness Album
By Chelsea Lauren Judith Lopez
Gaze into
Infinity
Infinity
The sapphire sky
Lives inside of me
four five six seven

Makin' Love Don't Always Make Love Grow

Dickey Lee

Angels, Roses & Rain

1977

love don't always make love grow didn't you know

As we walked one day along the beach of Monterey
A little boy came up and took her by the hand
And said

Saturday night we're all down at the beach
Wind in our hair and sand on our feet
I was looking at you, you were looking at me
Down by the water

Saturday night we're all down at the beach
Wind in our hair and sand on our feet
I was looking at you, you were looking at me
Down by the water

the shooters
While you five deep, zero bitches, chippin' in for hookah
Fat nigga Anirtala on my arm piece
Cuban cigar, sippin' Zimas out in Palm Beach
That

of placements
Its been some days since I've gone
But I'll be back They got my family in their lawn
What a song Smokin like I'm Chong
Born in East LA like Cheech

on the way 
When I've had enough 
She get to stepping 
No delay 
Winter time in France 
I'm too dark to get a tan 
My mami like the beach 
So I'm thinking bout

"Boy, this war can be avoided!"
Yeah, but the world keeps turning
Core keeps burning
I prefer hands-on learning
I found so many ways to get punched in

bitches compare up to you
She a blessing I sneezed I think I got the flu
Im a benji boy bitch I'm in love with the blues
Jhene Aiko hit her in the living

with the view
Just like I did that time with you
I sat and stared there for a while
At the beat up boys on the golden mile
The wind came in from

the world
Dont make me have to light shit up
Got the real canaries boy I brighten shit up
Got a sloppy juke in, better tighten that up
My cash game up, my gas

feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut

Second thought I'm good 
You can go on without me
I've always been behind
This trash is kinda sloppy
Boy Scouts gotta clean 
And tight up the mess
Left by

fast. Uber driver on speed dial , gotta get the basic no XL. I've been out for a while but I ain't travel in a year. fingers crossed I finally tour next

their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)

I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in

Clubs get their

revenge
The metrics
The slander
By legacy standards
I look to be helpless
And stranded
They've taken advantage
I've taken my damage
Just wait till my album

me
I'm getting better from rags to riches
No abuses they got me feeling deuces
I'm tha ghetto boy raised from the trenches
Now I'm getting millions in

used to say, pack your things, get in my sleigh. Presents never came to me
I've been real bad since I was free. Coal is all I ever got, not even a candy