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Break Away

Nines

One Foot Out

2017

shit don't faze me
4 pipes on the Porsche, yo my whip so crazy
Told Pebz "make sure you stay strapped"
I just left the label Christmas party to go

We're spending Christmas at your parents' house
They got us sleeping in these separate rooms
And I don't wanna make 'em mad, or
Disrespect your

above old peeling houses surrounded by ancient maple trees, day after day, week after week, until now years have passed and still I stand looking out

split
By some nigga she let in the house
I was 7 when I learned my first lesson bout sexing 
From the magazine collection underneath the couch
I was 8

A snitch in my place?
Tie his ass up, send his ass back with a Sixnine tatt on his face
Projected to the top of the naught list bitch
Make him a Christmas

the skin of your teeth
When you were born your mom moaned and she queefed
I'll drag you out slum house by your bare feet
While simultaneously sippin' some

Christmas-themed cardboard sleeves that hadn't run out
The collegiate curtain closed by social directive
Been thrown off the deep end, told to work till you drop
Is

Run away with me
I feel free like a summer breeze by Bee Gees
On the beach while you’re here with me
Completes all my dreams of a life of ease
I’m

Everything is alright, even locked up in our house
We'll celebrate Christmas

And if you're lonely, I'll be there with you 
It's a time you only live once

a Bentley on the way to snoops house
But I ain't trippin cause that's not the way I'm living
I chose to take the curvy road and now I see the difference
I

to this place, whose melodies,
Not half as sweet as Christmas bells, sway to and fro
In tops of aspen groves, across overgrown graves
Dying their weeny

and taciturn

I just want to be alone
Lost you long ago in this place
I answered the night's call where I saved you a smoke just in case
You rallied inside with

minority, Who ever got us created ?
Anger of century, out penitentiary
The only thing posh girl wants, a house by the sea
Cries of distress, am I stressless?

heard it's raining in Pompeii
And that's how it's gonna stay
You wanted Christmas every day
Behind her painted smile
My lily of the Nile
I'll spend this

for you
You dey go chop Christmas, you want celebrate
To travel these days, na only by grace
But your mama dey pray for you
You buy WhatsApp phone for

leaf bed to tell me some loss would
Wait to confront me till my twenty-sixth christmas day
Feeling forever different, still forever the same
Wind in our

It was four fifty for the zip though
Four fizzy by the hip close
U hear it guaranteed ya get low (wait)
A shot could knock down a hippo
I'm from

You don't come by no more
We don't spend time no more
I don't even cry no more
But when I cry
I can't deny
Feel like I'm dying
In the back of my

One for the Cutters

The Hold Steady

Stay Positive

2008

When there weren't any parties, 
She'd park by the quarry, 
Walk into the woods until she came to a clearing 
Where townies would gather and drink

Habitual Criminal

South Park Mexican

Never Change

2001

[Girl] Hey Carlos you got a letter today.
[Carlos] What is this? Some more warrants or some shit.
[Girl] I don't know. It looks like another letter

the Bay
All day, yeah, that's all day

We in the house, cause she back at the house
Now I'm back in her mouth
Ain't nothing to talk about
M6 to C30s

allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving

the Rabbi's
House with a Molotov
I like to watch Mother Teresa's head bog
And yell 'Merry Christmas' when I
Fill up from an eggnog yo, fuck that bitch

Yo,

Then make your head and leg adjacent
Cut your eyes but this ain't lasik
Body in the fire
There's no way that they can trace it

The opposition dying by