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were the stories thatwere told
Said he wanted to be a football star
Most could probably see him making it that far
By age 10 he was studying at the best

on someone payroll
Fifty cents is Lloyd bank account
Blabber 'bout me at the Tabber
But I work by lantern
See, I figured out this pattern
I'm the only one with

the desert, my home is the Pole
That lady a hoe and her home is the pole
I want a miss, but I need a broad
Since fourteen years old I've been abroad
Never

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

give it all back
But it's multiplied by ten and come to break his back
In the form of me. Bringing him to both his knees
Dawg i only worship He who made

mow towns like Donna Summers
Hitting bats like home runners
Album never doing old numbers
Now it's straight to the top, pick up the crop
Deformed

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

and book an emergency flight back home in the morning
I told her we ain't never taking no damn bus again
About a month went by and I flew out there to see

the best
One of the greatest marketing tactics we've ever witnessed
Cared for just the music, the business wasn't none of our business
The third album

anymore
I'm scared, I got nothing, but 2 new divorces
I'm going 100 so I can just soar
I'm trying to find other ways I can cope
If my family weren't home

again
Cause the roll out gettin' mad close
When the album drop I disappear
Find a cave in the Galapagos
One them places out of Dragon Ball
Quick crib

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

Fire It Up

Copywrite

The High Exhaulted

2002

a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Laid by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock

been trying to get me up on that microphone
Bout to make a killing and steal it like there's no body home
You can bet the real ones gone feel it and let

was exhausted
If it wasn't for the music in they ears
They would have lost it
The seventh album by a
Musician they both revered
First time this planet

never run away from no s**t

The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t

Woah s**t, Woah s**t

There go Liphy talkin'

Rapping on a hype beat
With a mix of tropical, calling it Fiji
Made a whole album while I was relaxing
Other rappers get ghost writers
That got me laughing

I remember when Waylin texted me that they sending you home
Cuz the chemo wasn't working, no remission was shown
Like a candle in the wind you was

Past or present day
Check my resume still climbing
So get out my way
Living with scars
Baptized by fire
My kredentials left tears
For my Angel I admire

really wanna do it anymore
Staying up late nights, sleeping on the floor
By choice, with friends
They be helping out a little bit, I'm hospitable with it

flew by
Some of the words took a place within like my eyes started facing in
And then I picked up the pen and while expressing my heart
I opened up my

[Intro: Mystikal]
Shit, BOO!!, Boo
Uh-ooooh!!, hah, yeah, yeah
another album motherfucker heh, heh

[Chorus: Mystikal]
Here I am, somebody said that

Okay I'm
Living fast
Always in a rush
I'm like a red dog mane I'm always in a rush
I'm running late for work
Late to home late to her
People absent

that I finished the
First part of my album series and I'm so excited
It's been a long time coming, but 'WNDW' is done
I think I deserve a drink
Oh, I'm