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It is all glamour from here
It is tainted with fear
Hear the sound clearly
Don't leave me dearly

I need you by my side
While I am on trial
Waiting

Arabesque and he's officially blown
To all my headaches, I'm your Tylenol
Light years ahead of you ask the god
Thugs do the Debbie Gibson when they hear this

word to Baby Boy, this beat's about a ten
If karma knock you on your ass, you gotta take it to the chin
Don't know who told you I was finished, toss that

'd rather overshare than be alone
It's like six months on and we talk over the phone
But in my head I hear how serious I sound, internally furious
The clouds

black tie em' up,
We gone run this game,
Free Mr. Tyeemup boy you know my gang,
I just hit that shit from the back like my name was T thang,
Got a 30

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

the time you hear this verse hope my ass ain't in jail

Knock knock knock nigga knock on wood

I write rhymes in real time riding round my hood  

 The life

the mind-state
From Southside to Queen Street
No internet no retweet
I'm still best on repeat
I'm 6 feet you 3 feet
I proceed with more heat
By myself not lonely

talent
Death restored my mental balance
Set no store on my recovery
Now I adore life but soon will be
Wishing I'd die this bipolar me
Relapses that's three

that I rock it
I get him blowin' up just like a rocket
Your boy lookin at me, damn he gorgeous
Bussy lookin' like a Demogorgon (ew)
Grabbin' my dick like

(I’m just being me)
I turn the base up ya’ll don’t need to hear my lyrics
I heard your shit and it gave me fuckin’ ear aches
Man, I don’t fear it

and light his a** up, and make him beatbox
I might leave his body cold, I pulled the heat out
I be all up in your b**** crib, with my feet out
Got it out

really pay attention
Listen real close, I'ma give you sum' different
Shout out to the haters, I'll see yo' ass later
All my people with the movement,

to say

Now we're here on track three
So you like what you hear and you enjoy what you see
I'm just here working hard for you and me
I hope you can admire

on the streets
This ain't living on the beach my feet exclusive to concrete
These rappers beyond meat I'm beyond beef chop chop
Cause I'm the motherfucking high

by a thread
I got Ephesians  3:20 it's written in my head
October 23'
Was on the devils neck
Used to get high now I got 1 Peter 5:8 instead

Now that I

what you have gained, I guess it's all the same and
You're the one to blame, every time I hear your name, you got me going insane cause love is pain
Got

I'm Tim Duncan or Timo
All up in our section with your feet on the couch
Yo back the fuck up who let you in my house
Starin at her from afar all night

Cause my thoughts are locked by a gate

How you keep up when they dragging you down
Everybody got their eyes on the crown
But I do it for me I stay

Under false names on fake IDs
The IRS fuckin' bombarded
Need 'bout 3 for the Audi
Leave the county 'fore the audit
Wonder how I'm stacking up on all this

All I Think About

Bad Meets Evil

Southpaw [Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture]

2015

automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy
But I disappear as quick as Natalie Holloway
It's my mentality all the way, I

soldier
Now get your lousy ass up off this Iranian dirt!
Ah, yes, World War III
I remember it like it was yesterday
But do you know what really slapped

When you pop off
You another groupie
I'd say your name
But you'd probably sue me

So chill out, roll up
What's your poison, pour up
Don't get ancie with

i'm not british
EST my name bianca
They green with the envy no BVD but
Lookin like blanka
Going doscientos like i am bad bunny
Been a hitman know
My