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friskin the carpet
Comin apart like where is my mark
Where is the plug, where is that car
Live in the dark, hittin my bic for a spark
Blast from the past

I hate that couple walking by my house
I have the worst obsession
With thinking that you care
Anxiety just makes me wanna die
And cry

And I'm

Picture 2001 ya boy was fifteen uh
Niggas used hunt me down for them exeats
Premonitions of rich deeds with a heavy heart
Young real bosses flow charts

quite a rigid place to be seeing dead things living in. You don't think my trainers are solemn enough. 
I wish that I could run my fingers over that

with bullets in yo throat
Trap ran outta ice
Had to put my heart in my sprite
That shit keep my wockhard cold
Man I feel like trill had to splurge for

inside from hours that pass by
Passed out on the floor
Drunk from the mental war
Trapped in a spiral of my own self loathing
The sweat drips
The fingers,

up
Bars harder than a wife beater
Catch 'em lackin with a life eater
Chopper tired got a light fever
Glockie hot he my house heater
I get high im above

probably live here, I'd have to ask the wife
Hit my boy up for house hunting advice
Cause the ones I'm seei- oh nah not for that price
Nevermind... wait

the speakers and that loudmouth
Half an hour, we was home setting up the house
I was ready to get waved with my crew now, with my crew now
I'm about to throw

all a roll
Trenches ain't forever realize it when it's time to go
Still got live life by the code
I got my lil scamming nigga speak on Zaa he find a low

the eyes
Feelin heartbroken seeing your mother cry
Was praying for a better life every day and every night
Wanted to leave the house and live my own life

could bring
This story took three thousand tries, ten thousand lives
And all of that just to writhe, inside
Why I'm intoxified, by my
Need to please them

stressed, like i got four kids
Live for the present, day and night
Work for the future, i stay and fight
Everything's corrupt, arrest the president
I was in

and a curse
Our mentalities dead but our bodies just the hearse
We just tryna do right and live by God's plan
Fighting through oppression tryna reason with

Morgan
Hammond organs
Playing soundtracks
To our lives
With banjos
Guitars 
Standup basses
Going places
With some aces

Go to house shows
Who is playing

And it's friend named stress that would burn up my blessings
For me to hate the world, as I'm living with a curse
Of excruciating pain that would strike

Retire at like 35 and watch it pass by
Sit back at home chill out and vibe and spend all my money 'til my card declines
I've spent too long with my eyes

could tell you 'bout the
Times it was just Dallas
But it changed when I worked hard
Now I put in 3 goals by the first half
Coming heavy right now
It's

back
All my niggas on now
Can't be out here mismatched, yeah-yeah
Shorty know I fuck with you but low key
I could really change your life
I got it

Snapchat your pussy, baby, you gotta live in the moment
Two-fifty on the car, drive it like it's stolen
Hundred on the carriage to go yard, that's how we

me
but still I get lit when I pull up with shauty
3 for 20 or 6 for 40
the block hot like saudi
what u no about bein the jail house
and Trina get out

love you when we get back in contact
Lot of shit I had to see, it's not a fun fact
I just know with money, I'll be buying the fun back
This is your

We gone do this for the real ones
Ya dig
Real music
Rest In Peace TeeCee

Ok I know I'll killed yo top five
Honestly they are not live
You was in

Open doors
By daylight we're crashing
Never felt this before
Do you think we'll last this?

Please tell me now
What you have been thinking
You burned