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Yo, I'm tryin' to be the man of the day
Three-six-five a year
See the bullshit you sayin'
Skam ain't tryin' to hear (fuck that)
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Yo, I'm tryin' to be the man of the day
Three-six-five a year
See the bullshit you sayin'
Skam ain't tryin' to hear (fuck that)
Bustin' lyrics in
Father God I been betrayed
Feel like they beat me like a slave
But I learn from my mistakes
We living in the last days, pray for me and make me cold
Intro
Last year fighting demons had me screaming, in my city I was grinding every weekend, can't never stop if something you believe in, but last
No one ever do it like me when I say shit
Rap so good I think of giving up my day shift
Dropped my last album that shit was for the ages
So now I
Shaine was born on the 18th day of November in the year 1988, she was given birth to in difficult circumstances, her mother died briefly after giving
was five police
Officers and three police cars, bein' the biggest crime of the last fifty
Years and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story
creep in through and leave 'em through
Last few patterns, no one didn't even get nicked, we didn't leave a clue
This year, I might grab the Rolls like I
I'd done for that month
And so for a hundred years, every day, I would wake up
I wake up
It's not too early
I keep trying to focus
I wake up.
It's not
steep
Restrictions would ease in a week
George Floyd died and the world took a knee
Kaepernick twenty sixteen
Four years later plus the rest of history
the last thing that I do
At least I know that I'll be loved by you
In about a hundred years from now
When all of my love letters are found
And someone
my heart I know you'll keep me in my place
My end pushing always
Time is slipping by and
My end pushing always
Time is slipping by the
Years are days
a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me
Can you feel me? I'm not livin' in the past
You wanna last? Be the first to blast
Even let the weapon spark
When I could just hook on the
Dot like a question mark
And speaking of questions
How you did a year and a half
In a max for
So I said "Cool" made a few songs in this shit
Stayed too long in this shit
But by the month, I was there so much
Nigga's had to lay futons in this
only me and my God
I can't trust no one, I'd rather trust my gut
Every day I pray, Lord show me the way forward in life
Never let me walk in vain, Lord
else I can stick them
The DeviantArt link looks cool and professional on Facebook
That's cool
Writing every day in the AC
When I last spoke to my
failing to pay
Oh, and on the post by the general store
They've put up a little sign
An auction sale, day after tomorrow
At the end of the Lincoln
that it fades
A little bit more every day
Until the day It's been replaced
By animosity
This garden sown between us
From seeds that we believed in
Too
tears
But if I go back 365 days
I'd see a different boy who said he'd love me always
Every New Year's Eve you chose your friends over me
And the year we
Met you in the fall last year
Fell hard
Brown eyes they shot right through my heart
Met you in the fall last year
Can I live it again
Wish I was
for last for 5 minutes
In my books anything goes
As long as you don’t tread on anyone’s toes
Happy New Year , Happy New Year, Happy New Year
smells and the barman has a black eye
But still better than last week's empty social club
Three hours in and last orders is finally called
But then
where my heart is
Never again
I had to tell her that we're better as friends
I never messaged again
Every message I send, ends up in a group chat
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