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be minding my biz
2 o'clock in the morning.
88 Problems be clocking
Get outa here I be blocking
Short nigga like Messi be scoring
Tipsy by default I

I'm here now to save these kids from turning into tools
So please tune in, my name's J.Smo, let me take them back to school

chill
Lately I don't know bout how I feel
Really I'm just tryna keep it real
Girl you know the deal yeah
Don't know what you got going on in the morning

not the case

Begging, beg and plead
Shots I took 18
Vincent Lombardi
I’m winning and stack my cheese

Up all hours in the morning
And I run it up like

We smoked his dead man's, leave his mom grieving
It's Twinsay have a good morning and evening
Ask J for the wok cause that nigga be feigning
(Wait man

make a song
A lot of pain and wrong decisions
But can't break nah, I'm too strong Twist up, smoke a J, it's in a cone
Fist up, hope my day don't take too

Hair did, no make-up Glossy lips, girl, hold up
Off the bat, I see you and me In the penthouse, bubbin' that Jodeci
In the morning, might start

T.J. (Watt)
Might look real tired in the face
But I'm straight long as I get paid
Nigga
They keep tellin me to rest
Fuck et I need a check
Im up and I'm

you can’t ride my wave 


Nook ain’t give up on me J ain’t give up on me
I was in the trenches Trappin by my lonely I AINT have shit But I got my muscle

If i woke up this morning
Forget to throw the trash
You will declare a war
You did forget your breast pump
I keep the filled diapers like no harm

Doing dances taking chances
She glances and I stare
I ain't playing games tonight
I'm getting so fresh in the mirror
Oughhh we bout to go out and
We

money go stupid
I'm good in the hood like kool- aid
I don't play by the rules yeah
I been acting like I'm boosie
Thick baby show me that booty
White girl

cutters thick as mussel beds
We soon were underway 

Around Cape North to East Point
By morning we were spied
But I was well outside
The three mile limit

In the morning I get high
Just so I forget the afternoon
Tell myself goodnight
In my dreams, I'm chasing after you
Oh, I try to hide
I wish you're by

not the place for Maggie Brown
And it was 6 in the morning when she telephoned me
Until then I'd been living on my knees
But I got back up when she got

What's with the foul mood
What did I ever do to you
Besides show you love
Besides being all about us
I guess ya girls all in ya ear again
I guess ya

You can put that on my name yea

I feel I’m the greatest like I’m in my prime 
Nobody get me I’m ahead of my time
I don’t even want her she say that she

[Verse One: Stro Elliott]
In the morning I rise to news about a woman gettin' brutalized
Drive by shooters and drugs and teen suicide
I get

Ryanair
I found a friend in my lover
I saw deceit in my brother
But found my dreams in my mother
She saw hers through her son too
Got brought home by the PC

eyes were full of love
He took me in his strong arms
And kissed me on my brow

I was seized by a great trembling
And then, I no longer know how
He became

j n mackady

its 2 oclock in the morning

and im tryin to be descret 

pickin up the telephone because we have to speak

and even though u made it

ops, turn your ass to an organ donor (grrt)
Sold a whole pound of gas, it was four in the morning (what?)
And I'm sharp on a bitch, who wanna check

blood) on my hands

to celebrate my passing

My soul shall bleed

for eternity

...in silence...

[All poetry by J. Haughm]

I think I'ma call this shit
(I'm finna call this shit "All Nighter")
"All Nighter" my nigga
It's five o'clock in the morning right now
Can't even