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I've been good lately
I've been feeling myself
Needless to say I've been down
But now I know I
Don't need help no more, no
I had friends by my side

reasons why i shouldnt leave them
The bandage they faked was believed
I ain't even know i was bleeding
By the time i realized it was way too late
The wounds

hole
Knowing that I ain't ah hoe
Pull the hammer back aim for
Dome crush ya cantaloupe
Kill em by my weaponry
Mane I got no preferences
Nothing but some

Separate your feelings from the truth
I can't get too close to you
Just pretend that I'm a ghost
And I promise, I'll be good to you
Here in

a destroyed country, a couple secretly married, feet smelling like shit, a town full blown away by the rain, the latest personal computer, an old picture found

And maybe by then I could finally speak out loud
Try to figure this out
Hop in your car don't even check the gas
Already know you're gonna drive too fast
Cuz

up by the liter
Scream my name like a preacher, yuh
I don't fuck with my old Spanish teacher, yea
They like to put me on the fucking bleachers, yuh
Cuz

old school
And I'm Avid with the beat and flows too
Kicking thoughts around like Jon Jones do
Straight to the brain, flowing so smooth
Catch what I'm

don't want to be complacent
Am I capable of being compared to a form of greatness
A gaping hole in my soul was searching for a certain placement
And I

topsy-turvy
And beware of traps 
Wake up now my friend
This is not the end
Corruption, conditioning
The black hole ahead

Let's get back to values of old
Move

Christmas in Bolivia
Christmas in bulimia 
Christmas in leukemia
Tiz Christmas, tiz Christmas, tiz Christmas again

I hear that old Saint Nick is queere

use to spend the night out

Late nights with a baddie by my side
We was chilling and ya boy enjoyed the ride
Bout the money so i still will chase a dime

Christmas in Bulimia 
Christmas in Leukemia
Tiz Christmas, tiz Christmas, tiz Christmas Christmas again

I hear that old Saint Nick is queere and holds

call me fafsa
I can't give out a loan
Too busy to talk on the phone
I'm achieving my goals
I ain't tryna have no regrets when I'm old
I did it my way I'm

waiting up top
They ain't had no new ideas to steal since the last time I dropped
Too many flows ain't from the D but I'm cold
Young nigga my money old

Blossoms fall from every tree
Flying side by side in harmony


But will we ever get there?
Each captured soul
Is begging, gasping for air
Within the moonlit

bold
Tryna stack this bread before I get too old
Lookin at my future in my mind through a peephole

Frozen in place, thoughts lay the line
Lost what I had, got stuck in time
Can I repeat a greater past
My latest love gone by too fast
My choice was

close in the ones they can't describe

Capturing humans, into a concept
Put me in a box, fill up the holes, throw out rest
After I told you, I felt myself

fish was bagging ounces
Now I promise not to buy some shit before i can pronounce it
Niggas moves don’t ever move cause they be too quick to announce it

Always been scared i"ll die alone
Lost in my mind without a home
But I can't escape this morbid tone
Too scared to try then i'm down a hole

I keep

I got a Dope Boy personality
Drug ring you can′t even marry me
I ain't make bond they tried to bury me
I gave you niggas too much time this shit like

preeing my residual

If seeing is believing
Then you gone tell by the visuals
Ima king unclassified
Difrent kind of individual
Knowledge of the old, d boy

soul sit
A foe just a old road hitch so I don't throw fits
Living by my code ten toes no I don't twitch
Sentiments of gold in these instrumentals
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