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album, drop the tape
Ayy, same tape one day, make me hunnid K
Ayy, ran out, ran out, ran out the place
Ayy, ran out, Blue Hills, where we used to stay
Left

surrounded by blue
Happy tears are falling down my cheek when I'm with you
I'm dyeing, my hair blue for self-confidence, it is true
Even this album is blue
I

Ah
WOLF FRIEND
Aka
DIRTYMONKEY
Act like a Monkey, Kid
Driving with active Chick
I'm dropping my album that you don't expect
Listen to this real quick

How would you describe the album?

Ballache-pop, or synth music with a sense of humour
It's apocalypse-ready, cold wave club music
Bedroom

it's up  and Unc gon go spinnin in the rain
Heavy kick, heavy swang and thats courtesy of Saint
Jumped back on that pavement by choice I haven't came kit

got ya lit like light switch, uh
Born in one-nine-nine-seven
I'm a little bit older than a lot of you brethren
If you weren't in high school by

and i got it
So i laid off from working
My arms on the wheel of this life
Trying to take it by the horns
Cause am mad at these frowns
That am making on my

Making plans just to travel these lands (What?)
I lock in I do it on command (command)

That album vultures was made by his clone (clone)
Jesus is King he

Woah
You haven't ever heard an album like this
Infinite styles
All by one man, one voice
Genre blending
Genre blender
Let's get into it
I'm

hot as summer
We knew from the jump
The first album wasn't enough
So were back
Spitting acidic
A Class of degenerates
Moving like a veterans when we're

shoulder lately
Not anticipating on my album Mainly
The lazy ones smile in my face they be hating
Don't know why
You waiting to snake me
Stab me in- my back

Album art photography by richrad walsh @ streetshotsphotography.com

for it
Without this tool
I woulda been torn
It woulda been bottled up
Now it's explored
In the album here
So don't you fast forward

I found myself
Now

moment
And we puttin' it down
Ready to clown
Be layin' them black on the ground

Smokin' weed by the pound
What it be
Why my ass with a bounty
Oh my nigga,

of these moments could be gone
By the next blink
It's different if you
Got me looking forward to next link
To anybody mad
The volume down when you crying out

The dusty photo album, a treasure chest of time
Each picture whispers stories, a love that once did shine
Your smile, a captured moment, a warmth

First and foremost, I want to start this off by saying thank you to all my fellow listeners
And anybody that's been supporting me throughout my

So this is the new frontier
No way I'm gonna make it here
Algorithm ain't got no soul
Toss another album in a hole
New beat with a funky twist

Bacardi and eight spliffs
The teflon don of the pennin' through pages
I ride by my respect, oppress my ops until they see the message
Tried to be as fly

muszę tam przyjąć by skończyć ten bit
Nie mam innego wyjścia
I  Nie ma mowy tez
Nie nie nie Nie ma mowy nie ma mowy
My to upadki i wzloty
Wiele nie

rough tone spills the sanity (sanity)
Albums are mean, how can they be? (can they be?)
Your conspiracy theory's trajectory (woah)
Is aimed at my dick,

up my legacy
Bring up some gotta bring up some hennesey

Verse II: (Abbad Hussaini)

I don't get the vibe, if you talking by my side
Album ki nh thori

hold up
Wait a minute I ain't shit you say?
But 3 albums over seas a bitches bills are paid
You fugly monsters all up in my juicy booty today
But don't

You know nobody else could get me to do this right

I don't want play by your rules, I make the rules
I pray for you and stay away from fools
I pay