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Otherwise known as take a nap bitch
Oh, I see you're stressing, come here
Let me make you sink in your chair
When really, you should be dressing up
For your

step Out line
My shawty by my side the way I Like it
But my fist might do some talkin To their eyelids
I’m a
Done up
One up
Light skinned
Brotha
Mom

the water, that’s that shit I don’t drink 
Yay-eeyay
You don’t like me, so what?
Ain’t a problem, roll up
Bout to pop, no soda
Motivated by the marijuana

what it sound like
Let's go
Bitch, I'm back for real this time
I ain't going nowhere, bitch, get in the line
Trying to light the block up like a flash

these thoughts that I'd rather see made by another man
Television set talking heads
Politicking the new religion that men discuss up on they couched, with

[VERSE 1]
It's 4am on the motorway had a late night drive and guess who I got by my side
Text her in the morning, then she hits me up at night just

the lord
And he said it'll be alright
Only way it'll be ok
Is if i get to see your light again
It's nothing but dark now
I'm getting followed by thee dark

IeNnErGy OD
Energy overdose 
Inner god
Wuji
The act of thinking 
Without doing
The white inside
The yin yang 

My head light 
Feel like 
I'm headed

the slightest light
Gathered in a circle with some guys I’m inspired by
He approached each one and reached his hands out
Covered they eyes and turned them black
I

strength to live and stay pure

They are afraid of fire because it is the light
My lighter is lit so I don't perish in the night

Don't stop till you're dead

Spilling onto the horizon is the inkwell
On the sky formerly lightened by the most high that prevail
The seven or nine levels of heaven or hell

IeNnErGy OD
Energy overdose 
Inner god
Wuji
The act of thinking 
Without doing
The white inside
The yin yang 

My head light 
Feel like 
I'm headed

my matress, & the rich
Is in the mansion getting away with all these taxes
Let's just fuck the middle classes and let's kill 'em by the masses
If they

here we can both vibe
To the street lights, to the white lines, couple hedonistic rave mind mega lights
There we go right, there we go right, what's

Welcome to the school of the streets, nigga Class and motherfuckin' session
Fresh out, poppin' percs just like usual To see the sun without no

see what I'm driving
Ya woah
She act like the wifey
So when I leave her it's gone be surprising
Oh no
Need no one to hype me
Fuck with Gucci I'm loving

on
Like a porch light
Play no games
With da blicky
This ain't Fortnite
Turn you to a stain
Piece a brain
On my Off-White
Wrist give me chills
What it is

keeping me hooked all day
By sending me messages asking to hang
But when push come to shove you get busy OK
Uh-huh
When did it get to this point
I'm looking

money can't fix
But it's all good
New white jeep
In my old hood
Pull up
Roll up
Smoke good
Do good when
You know good
We so good
Everywhere that you ain't

time
'Cause just like Nate said, "Yeah, all I see is green lights"
You better give me space, better stay in your own lane
You can try to kill me but

of light
Living life high speed with nowhere to go
But it's like I am doing a 360 circle
I see the same faces, same bitches, same thugs on the street

Walk up to the counter with no will like a fatalist
Only white boy in the store full of closet segregationists
Define irony: we stole the land from

sitting nice
I'm talking popes, linen white
You niggas old, due to actual facts
I get actual gash by the hour
Sex in the showers
Put time in, grind, get

Moncler
I stabbed him twice more
The fuck I'm takin' your advice for?
When they cut mama lights off
I started sellin' white soft
It's ironic the nigga they