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this will make me unpopular But I got clear eyes, Ben Stein to this secular I am not beat to be led by mainstream Cuz I can hear the screams
by your walk His body lined up in chalk I'm Running shit I'm the boss Wrist in the pot Yea hip in the pot That little Bitch is a thot She just might
to trust Did you know, did you know that I keep my feelings for you sleeping by the doormat It's astronomical, my space is on another level You come up
give me a rest I do too much to get little respect The bigger and better not always the best They always get me by surprise so when it's time I'll kick
the one, I've come undone Now even though I've been shunned by everyone They got it for me These my bars, this my life Kind of hard, this my strife Find
wanting me to fall well I ain't knowing that time/I'm in a lane by myself and they ain't matching the shine/ They telling me to simmer down cuz I'm way off
at tip by 6AM Working on a dream where niggas Barely say come true in Due Time believe I once was filled with grieve Had to count my blessings Had to bow
shit Double up two ply Airplane mode Don't they know I'm so fly Fly by But blue as the sky Depression should come with Wellbutrin prescribed Smoke for
is wicked clean, that's how it seems that the chips Gotta dig a little deep, you wanna see about the grit The grass gets mighty green by the fence
Think, would my nigga would do me like G did Nino? On a wavy tip, licked out 2 0's by 7 On a Porsche wave, I need another 9 by 11 I want my money
the parties and druggin' myself to Hell This heathen saw heaven, so his sins he'd start to sell Little by little, his eyes saw through the spell There laid
fingers you'll end up pulling triggers , or less you'll end up suicide This isn't a good choice to do, but I think some will do as time goes by My mama was
own code, I'm a play by my rules We ain't soul tied, don't stay and cry I was the one you used to like I was your man I am that guy and baby it was you,
Hey DB, tell us a field holler is A field holler was a song that was being sung by slaves Cotton pickers in a field, a call and response
one day that I just end up missing By the time I'm gone They just gon' forget about it, go carry on I can't wrap my head around it I wrote this song,
All the cattle are standin' like statues, All the cattle are standin' like statues, They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by, But a little
I've been waiting for so many years to hear your voice again Little did I know how much it would hurt me, I'm feeling lost again To begin I didn't
like him And I feel my heart start caving in I'm a soldier's wife Sometimes I'm angry Sometimes confused I live and die by The evening news But
passing that took, a little piece of my soul, and a page out my book But every chapter proceedings something I hope she can read, as we're carrying on her
leash And I look down in my left A small scrap of paper with something I can't read But when I look a little closer Now you're the dust is all I can
climb it It's a giant, Ima try it It's very a dark place but I'll buy it Give it a coat of black paint I can hide it The rolling stones was carried by
by four It's a big degree murder when the ball's in my court Don't be a bitch I flick the switch when i get a itch To insist for a kill switch I
talking about? Sorry i don't mention names (No names!) Lately I've been feeling like I need space (Need Space) A little me time, a conversation with myself
the cattle are standin' like statues All the cattle are standin' like statues They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by But a little brown maverick
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