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(I'm just calling to say, I love you)
You don't have to question if I love you
Right now, I can't see nobody but you
Made mistakes, there's some

Somebody Tell me how I'm supposed to feel
When everyone around me just showed me they wasn't real
I'm out here by myself a lone solider in the field

gotta improvise it 
I wanna bend your back candy paint ya
Eat at Nobu kitchen cafeterias
Feel the butterflies where I'm meeting ya
Through the binary

on from me
So it's fine
I had a really good time
I put my pride aside
And I'm by your side
If I can't lay eyes on you
I'd rather be blind
If you don't lay

want me to shoot my shot
Like Kobe in game 7
Okay
I'm going off in the paint
Clock tell me that this is the only chance that I got
A finger roll away

dancing on my neck
Stare too long and I'mma leave you like Ray Charles
Man I'm feeling like Mike puffing Gurkha cigars
Sold out shows full of MILFs man I

the drama better leave me alone
Guarantee that I'm a problem when I get in the zone
And I'm skipping on a Honda going straight for the rolls
Cuz baby I know
I

Dropping a verse that most Niggas ain't ready for
I wonder if you can get it the way that I do times two but I'm seeing more
Put a cold piece on that

meeting just don’t make sense
If it don’t make rands then it don’t make sense, uh
Always focused bro the bag come first
Operation by any means shit I might

already know, all we do is keep it going and leave something for the successors
And that's what's really real
Fuck your record deal
I'm gonna do it by

percs
Sometimes we do time EOS and grab work
Never thought that Big Keith a beat me going six feet
Never thought that KeeKee a see Jasmine die at 15
God I

to beat depression
When I can I pray to god that he let me in heaven
Strayed a long way from myself I need to see a reverend
By God's grace I'm a live until

Once again we packing up, ain't this like the fifth move
Living life out of Samsonites, I'm only six, dude
Oxon Hill? Y'all ain't get your proper

killed by the strongest knight

Ruling with an iron fist
I'm battling with an iron hand
Want static just a spark
Will end your arc
You ain't no iron man

the dirt
Running around on every trip, barely came to work
Egotistic, sadistic
He really called a meeting just to ask if I'm a Christian
Nah, I'm a heathen,

believe this
I be chilling observing watching my daughter play
While thinking about my life, where i'm going and if I'm far away
My aspirations and dreams

A tardigrade on a mission 
My function by true design 

I'm enormous / out of orbit
The corpses of horses beaten lie 
Dormant / on my doorstep 
I'm otus flower

been mad
'Cause I'm way too fuckin' old to be havin' a step dad
That prolly has a trailer in the sticks that's a meth lab
Who in two months is gonna

the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My

Tock it don’t stop
SkyHigh records we been down for nothing now on everything I’m reaching tops
Like sprinters in the 100 dash of yards
Running by

the surface she just hide
She keepin' all her demons locked inside, oh no
She thinking that I’m like them other guys
You been right here before, don’t look

of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,

They Got Me

John Forté

Poly Sci [Clean]

1998

the toaster, Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers
Glass table meetings with Dons, I'm nice wit' mine
No time to be fair, I build in this square
I'm holdin' it

enter but few will win
Think before you put me on your tongues like a eucharist
Redirect the shots like Mossberg v. Essex
Masters & Johnson, way I'm