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about you
I don't care what you think
And I don't care about your view
Coz We've all got opinions
Divided by 2
The only way to tell the Difference
Is When

all page 3
Fuck you pay me, money on the daily
Tenzi's breaking in
So listen up 'n' take it in
I wanna sit back, chill 'n' bun a loud spliff
Say you

not come in on Monday nights
You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen
Give it to Mr. Hall

Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh

Won’t let you be my demise
By not making you my reprise
Re-configure out my wires
Don’t put out my fire
You can lose your entire life
(You

Once upon a time in this ionosphere city
Baby, you can see the picture on page twenty-five
Maybe it's the way that makes the destination pretty

in 5 to get slurped like a stew

Up 4 in the morning, yo, plug in a snooze 3 jiggs , I'm tryna fuck by the 2's
It's one, too many niggas confused
About

Bottle of Humans

Anticon

Anticon

left my head to turn and look back
Every second page is anthem
Perfected writ mood
In the perfect world I set the perfect mood
And in perverted abodes, I

said forget what you don't have, look at what you do
You got your, father, your mother, your sister, your brother
You three albums deep and plus you just

a deacon
Don't step to me, speakin the pep to me about what your rep'll be
Crept to me because I let them see that you had leprosy
Them suckers that be

blink an eye
When they ask for dimes
Yeah yeah you'll post the most
Show off all your clothes
Your designer shoes
Don't give a damn about you
But but

made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I

they start the division
But you think that we on two different pages
I'm worried bout my work, but I'm down to go places
I know about your worth, I'm

not mean
It to bros when they pass those in halls
They make fun of the As what, page flip, what
You don’t know what I’m saying, but you do
Actually you

about me trusting the process, learning to trust that process an develop it into something great
I hope you can take something from this album or learn

don't understand it
Things that you'd learn if you were a bandit
I'm another entity who's taking a little playtime
Only thing is, I don't care about fame

the deniers, confined by diseases

Avoid deniers, confined by the seasons
Man made, remember my ex made me a fan page
Just to feel closer, thought it was love

You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff

mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire

shit
You gotta grind harder if u ever plan to be rich
And it sucks cause life can be a bitch
That’s when it when back flashes
Surround by weed ashes

I'm super driven by the world right
Number one, leave you back in the bag
Where y'all made me look bad
Cause I wasn't that wack
Highest in the room

and tears, the page can't get much wetter
You got to know there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you ever
I'm in my pulpit
That makes me feel old, I'm on some

of nigga named Kyle fucking Edwards
Yeah this my first album
I see you jamming on the wireless
Flexing airpods cuz ya bought it
Show these lames what work

take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun

My first album had no
Famous guest

give it to you in about a half a year
I told you on my album this is my year
I made a song about you, and it was your favorite song
All through the night