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It's been a long time, dead weight is dropping
We trimmed the fat of uncultured swine
Welcome to the slaughter house
Before you is where dreams go

go lay my crown 
While wondering where you've laid yours down 

I can not sleep 
How you in your bed
I ain't even there
I ain't even near
Doubt you

to welcome you
To my alternate reality
Where we make real music
And the lyrics actually matter
The sound is important
So without further ado
GPAliens brings

a limp
Went from eating shrimp noodles
To lobster steak and shrimp
Car notes cost condo rent
Players circle we da screwed up click
Dat mean dat all us bent

Set you off when I said it with a spin
You said it all now I forget where we sit
Where do you go when I'm not holding your hand
Your hand
I didn't

a reboot
Reboot, reboot
But I know that this path will take me where I begin
Into the treasures of fame
Into the treasures of fame
Into the treasures of fame

Here to have some fun
Livin' life overseas
Where you see monkeys
Up in da trees
Need to go to Bali 
Where you can find me
Chilling in da cut
Just like my

to the people that do favors without even asking why
They taught him how to love
Taught him to give back to others that need it the most
Now he’s big time

the sentence for life they're our learning blocks to get to where we want to go
Show me someone who hadn't made a bunch of mistakes and wish they could back it

where he ran thru
I cut off the excess
And cooked all the protein
Old men go to l'excess
I ain't doing this in my forties
Best bet I'm focused on my

to be my dad
look into my daughter eyes
Tell her I can't go like that
A nigga ran it up
Now I can buy her shit I nvr had
And This shit too good to be true

cake
If a nigga think he should we pumpin' the bass
Man fuck out of my face
Ain't talkin money then fuck what you say
Fuck where you from and fuck where

the problem all you feel is I'm damaged
You know that we go together better than some peanut butter on a jelly sandwich
You know what my fingers do to you

Get On Dis Motorcycle

Bubba Sparxxx

Still Writing in My Diary: 2nd Entry

2004

up to the where the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that)

Granddaddy was real strong, daddy was in the Army
I was a bad motherfucker, slightly

Pull up and I'm feeling like it's Sunday
Cause one day I'm comfy but next day it's bumpy
Hold up now I'm feeling kinda lucky
Cause one I got money

off the blunt, it make a nigga fly
Try to find me in the sky
So far away, it's like we playing iSpy, Ba- Ba- Ba-
Baby say she from Colorado
So you know

environment
Damn we need to somehow find a way to express that cold…
Hmm, express it, aside from the cold, cause the cold isn't the only thing but like if you

to the ATL
Where them girls I break it down for you
Shake it for real
You know I gotta go Midwest to Chi-town
Where they party hard till the cops shuttin' it

some scrambled eggs you will be glad;
It's like a page from a Tennessee Williams play,
Time stands still at the Silverado Cafe.

Now I'm feeling good; I

near
So tell me you love me
'Cause that's all that I need to hear
I sit in my kitchen (George, do the hi-hats now)
With nothing to eat
With so many

need (tell me the truth)
What else you need (where are we going?)
What else you need (what is the aim?)

Imma smart well-educated
Know how to dance

Never be the last never be the last 
Do your shit and go 

When I pull up I blow mind 
Your bitches the ring me 
I believe she need me 
That’s why I never

if I did, I'm aiming for your knees
My only C notes now
Are mixed with blues and greens
So what's the deal? Where's the bill?
No flour, just want

too old to act dumb
I could have that ass slumped
I been real from the jump
Now let me chill on some chill shit
I'm a tool, drill shit
On my meek, need