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me in my spot
2:55 on the dot, she shows up at 3 O' clock
5 minutes you're on, so you know I
Can't wait to stand next to her, side by side
It's not

of every ounce of it
Activity on top and we'll be sparring in the evening
And I don't care if you listen
I did this shit for me always
I did this shit for

I'd ever see you living and breathing in prime time
Memories running through my head like Pharcyde
So for the next year I saw life Passin' Me By
And we

Ohhhhhhh
I can not do yo event, if you are not bookin' me bitch
(Ahh)
Niggas gettin' high off of contact
Ima spin the block like a comeback
I be killin'

out the game get the trash bins ready
Has beens and those who never should of in the first place
We throwing y’all away dawg your visa overstayed
By

Ooooh oooh oooh oooh 
Ooooh oooh oooh oooh
Sitting here all by myself
Isolated can't get no help
Struggling to try and find
What it is, deep inside

Just let me talk to you right quick
Odd
I'll be right by your side
Have you all on my mind
While I'm grabbing your thigh
Got you digging my vibe

Atlantic City

Rodney Parker

The Lonesome Dirge

2008

gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out

son
No damage done
Running out time in it one by one
Once a slave
Now have a kingdom
I'm the king and
You're just dumb
Go work hard, maybe you'll reach

(Uh, I'm with some Wock stars they pouring Wock Hardt, raised round real niggas & block-stars)
Aye
She get freaky cause I tell her
Get in the bank

the amnesia
Put down the shisha
Let's blow that reefer
By the end of the night she'll be a geeker
She said, "don't play no games, baby this ain't FIFA"

Told

regret these lines
I don't owe you a dime
The fault lies with me
Shoulda followed the signs
Oh well that's life
Got hit up by a ten (fuck miss her?)
Think

Money on the side passion on the porch
The driveway paved with the
Riches of the sport
Watch a montage of the mission in my mind
Massaged by time
Kind

Tell me what you know about time
Every day I race mine cause I gotta chase dreams
Next, tell me what you know about love
You'll truly never love

Your skin keeps on
Glowing in the dark
You can’t wait to see me fall
You can’t wait to take it all shit
My brothers didn’t make it
Don’t try

Bottled Up Tight

Luke Sital-Singh

Bottled Up Tight

2014

I may be loose, I'm not a cannon
But I can be quiet saying my name
There are the weights where is the balance
Maybe everyone's to blame.

My heart

every time
Too many nights I stayed up by lonely tryna fight back crying
What you know about that feeling? It be fucking wit my mind
Hearing their songs

pieces
I'm just trying to be the one you needed (awhh)
And it ain't no complaints when we finished
I know that you different I can feel it
Want you by my

the bity
Mo chick in my trap in some Yeezy clothes
My bitch bag GG, but her diamonds VV though
Baby Glock by my cock, told her be careful
Gettin' slop, in

no respect these days
When you ain't got money or fame, damn what did I expect?
And all these girls our age grade say we no be their spec
Said I'm in

cause he'll be free
I bursted out that trojan sun
Because I am the chosen one
To change his world from cold to warm
I put my soul in this art form
Now

betrayed by all my closest homies I swear to God they can lay in a ditch
Pass da shovel, lemme bury Dem quick, pour out a fifth, make a toast to these

the game
By you just tryna rap in it
A catastrophe
And I plan to be
I just press the issue
No magazine
No loaded clip
Pop you like a zit
When I pull your

my emotion this feeling been stuck
I ain't been hurt by a killing in months
I put my pain in my verses in blunts
Get off yo ass why you hurt by a slut