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W Y D the tex reads 
It's right on time 
Wherever your free just tex me 
Cause you been on my mind
What exciting what's the night bring 
Maybe you by

you ain't home
That you'll call back

She's been hurt before, nah
Not anymore, never
Take one ride with me
I'll show you some more

She likes the way I

shots
Served up by women in nothing but tube-socks
Some true thots, connect a few dots
And you'll find me in bed with a blue fox listening to smooth rock

the body

I'll take a bullet before I confess
Bitch Ima king we ain't playing chess
Aim for the head so don't where a vest
I'm in the lab call me johnny test

loved the sky
Loved the planet he was born in
Now his silent call has left us all
With this beautiful country morning
He once told me, "Son, when I get

give it all to you

I give it all to you, give it all to you God
People in the world might call me odd
But I got the Holy Spirit and I feel it
Your mercy

fuckers wanna be who you ought to be in by 3
Fuck album release
At End of the night when the mind play me
Lucid dreams come find me astrally
In a time zone

Tell me all your secrets
Wash away the fears of time
Standing in a dark room
I can see you
You're not by yourself
Give up all that's untrue
Call them

call me NuSince
And I'm feeling like a problem
Changing colors over thoughts
Like Dennis Rodman
I'm feeling pretty odd
And I need to do more
But my body

a holy knight in the desert sea
Not a part of the Holy See,
Vatican ever pull that shit again, get a special visit from me.
I'm John wick with the Eli book

Ayy baby welcome to paradise
I wanna see you do more with life
Stop being victim to lonely nights
You want somebody to call you wife
To busy looking

don't work for free
If I'm not seeing green, you betta go this ain't no charity
Don't come to me crying, I'm not fazed by the woe is me
You always looking

Ain't too many big bros 

The first nigga trying be one hunnid first nigga get a hunnid years 
If you turned on by this life just know this shit come with

Yeah
Well alright
Uh, let me talk my shit, uh
Let me see
Uh
Wake up in morning, Pack a blow, And hit the pipe
The come up on top you gotta take

that's a facelift 
Call me on the phone and yeah you I know I've been evasive 
Turn a mean mug to grin 
For the payslip 
You ain't felt pain till you roll

résiste pas !

Who you gonna call, if you get shot by the police?
I lost so many friends, but it hurts to make a list
Am I next? Check the press, it's

Still hiding all the money i get
New slave all i wanted was a chain and a whip
All i wanted was my pops call or send me some mail
It never came Love

and fucked a stupid bitch
Dib dab on em get outta line got a couple on the ave for em
Pussy boy bleeding I ain't got a rag for him
I got a couple tie wraps

0.3, it spoke to me,
It said "I'll make your life better than you ever could dream,
I'll get rid of all those pop-ups for free MP3s,
and I'll blow

or three or four behind
You just might catch a glimpse of the 
Ghost that's keeping me alive

Some might call it crazy but to
Me this feels amazing, if you

it
White guy
She calls him scooter
Out here paying for her pictures and
Swearing he's not a sinner and
Begging her for some free shit
Like your

spite of your goals
Nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows
Yea uh
Rapping the facts
Yea uh
Securing the bag
Keeping it G
Keeping it Me
Call the cops I'm

and bottled sadness
From your pretty, weary frame
We'll break free from human madness
Pointing fingers whose to blame

Light a flame beneath the mantle
Get

reasons
Opposite to mine, pour emotions on this mic
Call it soul shine
Do it for my love, do it for my self-control
Creating from passion, I withhold
It's