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a drink yip here is a magners
No wait no she dont drink ciders
Ok how about a lager?
Aw no you want a piña colada
When thats too dear so dear you get nada

an awkward way
I used to talk about rape like it was funny
And then they raped the woman that was close to me
Now I listen to those tracks and I can't

alone (yeah)

Yeah, the greatest gift is knowledge itself
They fail to talk about my journey with mission and wealth
I made it here all by my lonely,

you most fantasize about the crowds
The good songs are yours, but you'd change some lines
These people see you everyday and often stare out

south
Now it's not even a greet when I see her around

I think she really wanted man I didn't want her man
A couple years ago she hollered man I think it

don't talk, pay me
Turn to the darkside if my
Days ever get rainy
Drain me? Never, not maybe
Yeah I roll with Jamie and I know Sadie
Her she's a cool

kiss up
On her best behavior tryna get lit up
Only time she talks back a nigga deep in her
Having conversations got the hoe looking inner
Slowly turning

I have
Put my all into this shit, you know I'm still chasing my bag
And don't you tell me how to write a song, when you don't know what's right from

Let's talk family, I ain't with the tomfoolery
Others hard to read cause they blinded by my jewelry
But you just killed the silence, now I'm about

they don't
Got nothing to prove
Sliding In Nashville
Having thoughts about the future
Had a long talk
With a Mogul in a Uber
I told her I'm lost
Don't

that's why I write these songs
How many times I was right the whole time but you thought I was in the wrong
How many times I tried checking on you but you

My last lil shorty told me, "take yo ass to therapy" (Huh!)
I told her I'm gon' write these songs, and then she stared at me (Just looked at me)
Don't

to your pride
Lie about how much you like me yet you think I lied
Only trust a finger digit and stick to their side

Burn the bitches bridges just like

Story of Jonathon (Prologue to the Crimson Idol) [Bonus Track]

W.A.S.P.

The Crimson Idol

1992

them like
the Virgin Mary but with her too my relationship was different and not for
the good. She was opinionated, uneducated, sometimes prejudiced,

Paradise

Logic

The Incredible True Story

2015

on the door, I would hide
Then they would talk to me and I would lie
Hopin' I, don't die on this side of a .45
Then they would handcuff my mama and take her away

all over the wall
And I ain't talkin' about a map maker
She'll look like the Joker after I poke her
She'll look like Heath Ledger after I bed her
I

you talk about that jack
Nah nigga scrap that
Scratch that write off
Lottery I cash out
I emptied out the ATM for tacos
Strippers what now
She wanna

a hand, its the BK clan
So you can't talk garbage about who I am
Well (well, what?)
Aren't we living foul? (Yes, we are)
Speaking of foul, how 'bout

a hand, its the BK clan
So you can't talk garbage about who I am
Well (well, what?)
Aren't we living foul? (Yes, we are)
Speaking of foul, how 'bout

soar
You want her she wan me but ian even right for her
My shorty so raw she drop a song ian even write for her
Five grams inna woody I'm just chilling

the ones they check don't fret
Just remember god hasn't finished with me yet
Timeless rhymes baptized in holy wine it's about time i express to her how i

everyone about you for as long as I can talk
And there's one thing I should tell you but I'm not certain how
So I'll hide behind this music that I'm playing

write song I write life
Guess we will see in the afterlife
Always maintain the same energy
If we city is about the money
Can’t laugh now like that shit is

child
And I see it her eyes
And every time I just get glad
A Mamas baby, but know every song that's by her dad
If they don't feel me
I know she do, so I