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of minds so controlled by feeling
I'm not feeling it today
I don't feel like doing this
I don't feel like doing that
How do you feel?
Bad? Why
Do you

to your door
Come in yo house and fuck up yo décor
I'll act an ass all up on your porch
I'm on that shit like, pass me the torch
Sorry my nigga I just want

sister's house
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now

[Verse 2]
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, getting

Sex and drug usage is now the new movement
You ain't talking that then you ain't got a stack
Or an album to place on your wall in a plaque
That's a fact

dog is in the house
Fuck that muthafuckin bullshit

my father abandoned me, my mother couldn't handle me
That's why I made ill mater of my family
Nigga

and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't

proud
I made it my mission
I gotta not start with the gimmicks
Most of this new stuff ridiculous
I guess I gotta go out and fix it
When I drop this album

released his nudes 
This album has taken place behind my pale paced out face 
There are no mountains in space 

Broken backs to break bread
Fuck the arid

proud
My friends all want my album out, but I swear I need some help
They don't know how hard it is to do this shit all by myself
I really just need more

the violence and the negativity, 
The outcome eventually brought peace, 
So I could sleep without people on my door step,
Sweating in a house with no lights,

albums
Manifest the game - Thank you, if Im welcome
When I stack my lil change 
It be change for the better
I ain't ever went up out my lane in your

Ya & fuck it if I miss the bar by a mile
Man i'm just speaking my mind

that 
Different now 
By the way I move 
Money power 
I will not lose 
Times change 
When it's time to grow 
Sending shots 
I'll chanllege those 
Much

typer music
So keep listening homey don’t you ever mute it
A real definition of what the living proof is
I never do house music coz my lines are roofless

the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my

Rick James

Murs

Felt: A Tribute to Christina Ricci

grabbed him by the coat

[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that

[ Slug ]

a purloined lighter
Leave arteries flow choked like an In-N-Out drive-thru
Then evolve to resolve your clogged heart shocked by Raichu
Catch him blazing in

is for my fans, yeah, this is for my fans
I grit my teeth out here in this jungle
Surrounded by truth to see, I know what now this like
It's a gamble

I’ve had my share of the struggle,
To be successful, damn my ass had to hustle,
Didn’t want to be sitting in the house,
On the couch, like my cousins

albums cost a fifth per track
And so your favorite band
They don't make that second album
Dropped by their label 'cause they can't pay it back

It

sure I don't meet with the feds
Dangerous moves I cant miss any step
It's a landmine blowin up 
Skate on you like it's a drive by 
Lagga!!    
Don't make

the GOAT, young GOAT

Hold up, hold up

I am the GOAT, young GOAT

Yeah I’m definitely drug free, may smoke a n**** 
(reference: “best thang smokin” album by

it, I'm out the closet, I got a lot a pride
But I'm just getting by
So what do you expect me to do?
I'm out here trying to learn myself while I'm trying

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house