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that I call that shit lit
I don't want you back, no
I just made 10 racks, woah
All my dogs movin' back, woah
I got bitches by the stack
Who got it bitch?
a strange tattoo
She came to me and said
I had it made for you
So come on, my poet
Sing a song of yours,
Sing to me a song that will save the poor
She lives
to my blood
Cyclical in nature
It's inevitable
The death of a race
Unavoidable
Everything we know
All chemicals
Reducing our world
Into decimals
I see it
give my booty away and keep it tight a'ight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need
the gate, piece of toast in my face
I struggle with my grades, plus romance and good and evil, lots to juggle in my days
I never would have agreed if my
Now I know it must be chemical The way you're such a miracle
An attraction that was made to be Physically fictional, not spiritual
And now I'm
with the rabbits
I rubbed my eye and pulled out my whole eye socket by accident
My parents became crazy and got angry at me
They dropped my laptop out
That you are still mine
Ohhhh...
Makes me wanna dance
Ohhhh...
It's a new romance
Ohhhh...
I look into your eyes
Ohhhh...
Best years of our lives
My
depression's over lets have a drink to them
We'll stay young forever living in our silver screen romance
Oh the nights were cold without you hanging on my
even know it until I was well into being a teenager
I didn't get my needs met by the white community
Didn't have the support I needed to thrive
So in
a young teenager
I would walk around school with that thing tucked by my waist bruh
Foos would try to jump but it ain't nothing major
Growing up witnessed
I've got a lot of bad things in my mind
The simulation crashing by design
And my mind is dangerous
Don't play with things you don't
Know know
It was so easy with you so salty and gross
Made me feel clean by comparison
And it was the tongue in my mouth
And the fire in my house
It made me
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
about
At a certain age, you live life & grind more
And there are certain things you don’t have time for
I’m really focused on my purpose so the truth is
watch is very vodka
I'm lookin' like a watermelon mamba
Like Canneries fly down by them
So I got it, wrapped like a condom
Protecting my self from
other than acting is the hardest industry
To be the best and stand out with a clear USP
For me I try to do this by keeping my writing versatile
That's why
chemicals.
Foggin?up my senses
You're making me sensless
You're calling it sexual.
And you're going to get yours, my lady.
Might even be today.
magnetic
Oh I’m magnetic
I’m energetic
Matter Moving zooming truly aesthetic
Captivated by my aura let’s get it
Infatuation growing swollen it’s swelling
knew it all was the same teenager in n out of
Juvenile hall, I remember being chased by the cops replaced my lunch money with a
Sack in my sock, I
knew it all was the same teenager in n out of
Juvenile hall, I remember being chased by the cops replaced my lunch money with a
Sack in my sock, I
a get hypnotized
By dem tun teenager dem start improvise
Start carry gun and tek one bagga lives (Accurate)
Dem seh money a dem God and dem nuh need
disposition
For optimism with a little cynicism
But in the mix the matrix of my mental chemicals
Is minimal at making sense. I mean serotonin hits
But
take a little chance
Spend a little time; show your romance
I like it
I can tell by the way you deny that my words may have taken on meaning
But I can
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