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strings but I go by
Chris Era, it's yours
More kicks on the drums these chords
Her roots, these shores
She shoots, she scores
Riding down rodeo drive
I sit

to you guys just give me a call back
It's Krispy Kris by the way
Alright bye
With the boys sitting by the lake
We getting drunk and we don't care about

and listen)
Time's slipping by
I can't decide
How to pack in one more undertaking
Priorities keep chasing me
Adding all up am I making progress?
I look around

a kid could bust a N-U-T
Looking down at my hometown
Like kids at U-N-T
I'm a hurricane
These other cats Miami Beach
I could probably give you world peace

told you nooo, Im that Rock star, Misfit kind  of Role, Stay down on ten toes, The world is mine like Pachino,  Lit , stay havin' fun...
In the lab like

Uh
I've been an astronaut my whole life 
Dazing in the space with the sun's light 
 tryna blend with the stars in the sky 
This is what I want for my

(Shake the tables KQ) 
Kesha Buckets 
Niggas know what I do when I pull up on the scene like
Look Ayo 

Ass lookin fat in this BB shorts (Yeah)

aint even
Looking at the time

Coach Carter yeah
I'm cruddy now
I can't knock it
Less the shit
Shake da ground
All my lohcs up
These bitches down
Want

in lost in the fog
Guess that you really wasn't down for the kaws
If you switched up then it's really ya loss
Crocodile roof man this shit got Lacoste

And them baggies aint have nothin but shake
I see a baddie walking by I tap my dawg and told em look at her shape
She super thick oh where is her waist
She

it all
Clutching bad play we bump you down
OTM short phrase for Motown
That pain run deep but I gotta keep going
I'm the sickest with the mic and I

from the pocket peel for ya
It's a meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes
Breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes
To my dogs flippin'

shit bought by c notes 
I’m the great Bambino how I do should be illegal 

Found a plug & he blessed me, now I’m fuckin wit grams
I got a shorty down

Chorus:

Father/Son livin’ on the run / just a modern day love story, livin’ by the gun /
Father/Son stayin’ on the run / just some modern day

can come 

Shake it up, down, move it all around 
I be like no one better call me I’m bouta fucking pound 
But if I get caught I just stand my damn

your ignorance is frightening see
By my enlightened heightened writing like a titan see
Fist fighting I'm in the galaxies ya see
It's me the Neocop

declared

I'm on the break, and I drive down the lane
When I shimmy they shake, hold the ball up and fake
Now the defense on skates, and I'm eating with

both can tell that when wake up in that place that we'll have neither by our sides 
I never lie 





I can star or play my role like marcus morris in

were chasing gold stars
Overboard we threw the gold bars
The waves was getting steeper
Sinking deeper and deeper
And I'm my brother's keeper
In the storm

touche down and I'm dropping in the pot shake and bake the chicken roll it's crispy extra hot yeah I'm feeling thrifty gain a point take your dot dropping

im on tour 
Feelin like a migo how im takin off
I shine down on em like a star 
Im spitting dat quality gold bars and I got the gas like a go kart

cannot relapse (yea)

Feelin down and out
How can I shake this doubt
The weight of the world
The weight of my family
All on my shoulders now
I won't give

can call this a star trek
Getting down like James Brown, i warned them all for the payback
On arrowhead going horse back
Polo on with dad slacks
No

down
Hood straight bitch
Instant recovery
Full bottle
Evil nigga
Couldn't break shit
All the evil
In his heart
Couldn't shake shit
Instant recovery
Im