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Henney

Kid named Timmy actin' friendly

Grabbed her by offending, sure hurt 'cos his game didn't work

He didn't know the alcohol's about to get him merc

Pushing up on a treat
Somewhere in south Cobb
Coming from the east side
By the babies that rob
Tryna flex for a freak
Wit a kiddy on God
Wet wet wet
Like

should even be worrying about it (Yeah)
I'm so so young
And there's just things that I don't need to know yet
And like I guess that's sort

on Mach-10 (God)
Elbows of vegetable for the LO (gas)
I had the runny nose, but I ain't have a cold, huh
If you know, you know, really though
The homie hit

By drinking something of substance not sitting well in my stomach
Climb down from where I’ve been lofted
Wake Deven tell him let's walk

It’s a new day
And I’m glad we made here
made it this far
Nothing to do now but just to keep going
You know
Take shit as it comes
Handle it
Yeah
Yo

She's just a child
But look in her eyes
She could have gotten pregnant but
Started bleeding
Thank God

The island
The anarchists are howling at the moon
I

when I start to spit, y’all
Niggas spit conformant kong bombing

Study every
Religion there is rhythm for kids
Deadly as venom is
This hemorrhage friends

giving me no play, so hey I guess I gotta change

The range of my past is replaced by my acts
Pass that, I'm a lyrical acrobat
Somewhere in between, too

upon the gods that this time would last forever
I have a statement, if you know what I mean
This night kinda feels like a reverse sleepover
So don't take

I transform into a big black god
Feel the realness my dick's lank hard
You can't believe it a dick in your palm
As big as your arm we somewhere else

I know someone somewhere gonna try to buy it on a high end
I'm the greatest of my generation hailing out the north

I got the juice, I got the juice
I

know that muhc about much but here's
his summary: God is great,
the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle there's you and me... 

In the wreckage

Resting by my fire. Looking deep into it's flames.
My mind must have been somewhere else
Far beyond these plains.
I am suddenly aware of a pair

figure out 
I’m talkin Prada , Dior or you want house

Right by the water somewhere on island 
Flyin private just  hired a pilot ,
In and out of state

Lost 
By Jesse Mader
Written by Jess Robin Mader 
Jesse Mader Music

(Scratching)
Lost

The Soco was my novocaine, I never overcame the sober pain

friend was killed by a drunk driver
The guy got out of his car
And shot my friend in the face

'Cause I'm beginning to feel
Like a black god, black guy

a knock on the door and went downstairs 
He opened the door and wasn't one bit of scared 
That boy at the door asked who the fuck is in there 
My ngga said

long, I was the wielder of illusions
But there's no hiding what we are
We are the plague of all,
For humanity there is no cure

God and Satan hand in hand

Mmmm
Yeah
I like that... uh, Let's go

Don't think I blame you for it
I do but I can't blame you for it... Yup
You don't know the depths of your

to survive on my own, god by my side, he's just riding along
That's why I gotta get the most I praise coz I know that there ain't no mightier one
Had a lot

in then I was high as he
Who's kneeled down when I've cried and brought the sky to me
Like God, the gridiron brought my highest being
Fell in love with

'm highly depressed and not able to cope with this
I know you was stress by all the fits I'd approach you with
I had every right, cause you was entertaining

throw down yer hat 
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that 
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at 
Ain't there no one here that knows how I