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found in books
Aching just to touch your skin
And burn inside your looks
Wrapped in warmth
A kiss we steal
I'll know it's real by what I feel
Will it ever

follow what Simon says"
I'm Einstein On The Beach, I'm rocking Ray Bans if I'm lean
Billie Jean in the sand but she's always on the scene
I call her Nina!

big boss, big gang

Red sign, we gon' keep on goin', don't give a Fuck what the sign is
We don't do no simon says

Yeah, I'm fuckin' this bitch and I'm

Son of God
North Face, 700 bubble, 10 milli stash
Tote bag by Saeed, keep the cheese in All Caps
Cartier, Hermes, accessories especially
Beamer key,

the only way was hugging the block
Why it feel like the only way was drug in the sock
Why it feel like anything get you cuffed by the cops
Who would've thunk

I did you how you did me
Now you blew
It get grimey over here
I thought you knew
I'm Simon to these hoes
They follow what I do
Got motion like

Then your body start calling for me
Calling for me
For me
For me
Your body start calling for me
Calling for me
For me
For me
I was intrigued by your body

Baby, sweet, yeah she always cup caking
Walking by, shawty heart steady racing
Sex in the sand, babygirl, I'm just saying
Don't look at you as a fan, nah

how I got my heart broken by a shawty with a bald head now all I want is bald heads

Fucked me up because she use to wear a durag waves spinning better

(What)
I can't help, I ain't no med
They follow up like Simon Says
I ain't nothin like Doja Cat, but I might go paint the town red (Yeah)
Don't wanna talk,

contradicting
Say I got faith, end up worrying
Thought I'd be asleep by 10
So, tell me why I'm still up at 3AM
Contemplating
My next move
Or, on YouTube, watching

to show me all that love all the time
Why you actin' so surprised
And I'm so used to friends dyin'
When I need some by my side, Is you with me
Why you

invaded by these lames
What a catastrophe that shit would be, we can't
Let it happen, comin' ready for war
Ridin' a tank, never drawin' a blank
You ain't

Your steppers
Need to start pressin' pills to live up to they title
I'm Simon Cowell to these niggas on American Idol
I hit Givenchy all black

a thousand miles
If I check my vault probably got like a thousand files
They asked if I chose this life said no like Simon cowell
Got married to the game but

The roaches , locus and trenches yeah 
My momma playing daddy and momma 
Raising 7 children yeah 

By your hands your getting bread
No time for he or she said

can't handle this constant back and forth please cBBREVIcTES

cnother ciggy another coffee another cloudy DcY
I'm a slave, it feels like a game of Simon

at you
Take my money, I'm on your head, do it by myself, I keep the bread
If you hard-hittin', nigga, fuck Simon Says, these niggas don't know what time it

heat for all my colleagues
Let's see who's the hottest
All my girls think they the finest
They compete for diamonds

Do what I say
Yeah
Call me Simon

a scene
In a mood
To make a
Movie
UH
Vvs is on my mind
Baby I cant help it
Got a million dollar taste bud
They feeling what I'm made of
Flavor by the acer

a nutcase
In my defense, Simon said, Benny, you be up next

Waitin' on my time My patience still fine, bro, I pray for what's mine
I'ma get it over time,

Can't do no more pick up the phone
She video the phone
Uh
She a star she like's it raw
Hit it raw hit it in the bathroom
Got a towel and a condom by

Swerving in a Masi'
I might crash whips
I like bad bitches
I like bad shit
Couple hundred on my feet that's Raf Simons
Couple hundred on Alyx to slash shit

Hey, it's Mr. Bankroll
Sometimes I'm Simon, they do what I say so
I like orange kush, purp, lean and pesos
And we like women that's gon' shake it in