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Now I get to curving no beef I don't really give a fuck about it I just smoke and leave
Stepping on the rats for the cheese now I'm following

I'm from showing love get You killed
So It's fuck your feelings and However you feel
Them mother fuckers think they Gone be reading my will
Until

and man I
Shit when I dump this bitch fah fah that's that choppa niggas talkin' when it's
Matha catch his lackin' it's pasta cause niggas won't think it is

(Verse 1)
It was Xmas Eve and Santa was getting set
To go give the children their gifts without even breaking a sweat
All of his reindeer were ready

Surrounded by negatives, Channel my anger
To send it right back my electrons unstable
Things that I thought I knew turned into fables
People I thought I trust,

enema, klismaphilia's your bag baby
Limits are what you won't do and should be respected by all parties
Yeah
Submissive doesn't always mean slave
I mean it

come up with specialize (WOW)
Yeah
I'm permanently on fire
You got the sauce and sauces have a date that it's better by 
You got the juice but what

time (It's my time)
They said they don't even think that I'm with it
Imma be the realest
Cuz I'm still gon shine (I'm 'gon shine)
Yall say that I flopped

think I have a crush on you
Can’t hide it all beneath me
You drive me insane ain’t anybody tryna please me
But you
I’ve never come across someone that I

into attack mode
They think I'm not gone make it
Got my foot in bouta kick it down like Matrix, Motherf*ucker!

I learned way too much I gave way too

within
cnd realized 
That I have no 
beginning and no end

Simply infinite 
Gifted by the intricate 
It's sad to say 
but many are 
Emotionally illiterate

of my pride
Like a Zebra on my arms but, red are the stripes
Crazy how my minds joyful when I'm 'round those I love-
But when I'm by myself I hide alone

it been a minute, I must admit
I might be a lil rusty no face, no case, no
Evidence, the police mad
They can't touch me
Don't need dogs make the work

seek to win the round, claim the prize
Complete the game
But every time you think you're done
You have to start it all again
You have spaces to save all

to sink
People, I know,
It can be hard to swallow
A horse, he may follow
But you can't make him think

Maybe we're born
Just to serve the best of us

Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah
Sheezy Yeah
Aye
I hate tyree
(Tyree, I hate that nigga)
I don't tell nobody about my problems cause I don't feel they goin'

when you met me
Now I find it hard to sleep when you're not next to me
I'd have came back alive, I've have died about a thousand times
So I always try

a fact 
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips 
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got

Paradise by Ezra Vancil


It’s another day in paradise
it’s another day to shine
but I don’t feel so nice
and I don’t feel so kind
but you know me,

be shy, or prolly he just kept it on the low
That should be 08' 09' or thereabout
Change the topic
That is something I don't talk about
And my momma

the sticks
Bro keeps a thirty you know he don't miss
Ain't talking about chicken but I'm talking strips
She wanting Oscar, I think it's the lips
I come from

the scene
Another fefe by Tru P's
Barbecue and a few drinks
But I don't so it's green tea
Watermelon vapes Ray Bans and palm trees
Gotta get it on my own one

call that a sandwich (call that a sandwich)
Fuckin' for hours, I guess that I'm mannish (guess that I'm mannish)
I know y'all think a lil' nigga fell

we Keenan and Kel
Too many stories in the air, so it’s hard to tell
But imma have to rock the bells like I’m the new LL
Getting money turning tables