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Sometimes went to Southport on a Saturday
Usually succeeded in being sick on the way
All fine when I saw Gran and Grandad
Way back when I was just

in the shadow of the obelisk
sitting over by the gutterpunks
crying in a cigarette
Black rivers, mascara
red fur coat singing Abracadabra
I said Hey

Niggas cap for the bitches, whole time they don't got money
Yea, all thats on my mind is that drank, I'm a Wok dummy
Why my bitch mad cause I got a thot

Killing myself with a shitty flow

At my crib just sipping on lean
I walk in the party, rocking Celine
To live like me is your goddamn dream
That bitch is

I'll searxh find the work by my damnself no help I won't tell on my damn self kutt sum off kuz the fled left ain't to many of the real left/2x/big heat

hit a opp, the way he look, it took him by surprise
I ain't even aimin', swear I hit that nigga in his eyes

I ain't even aimin', hit his shorty right

sad to see
that all I long for is a chance for talk
as you're walking so gently over me
The grass sprout.
The river nearby
Will reflect the moon
Under

Mama always warned her
Io walk on the right side of the road
Oncoming traffic at least shows its hand
Instead of that blind side
No use for hindsight

window to throw it out of
Cuz the fuzz be tapping my phone lines Driving dirty with no license
Followed by one time Pull over, now you walk in the fine

heavy by itself plus I'm holden burdens
But The show aint always over when they close curtain
In Seattle with the Mariners and Seahawks
But years back I

We're going back to the city

All my senses leave me stunned
It's wearing hard on everyone
A grin on my face and a kick in the head
It's a long walk home

It was a beautiful day
To walk over the bay
The smell of salt in the air
The cold wind in your hair
Sacred and mundane

I wish there was time
I wish

a ride
Right by Mary Jane, passenger side
Blurred vision, crossing over doubled lines
Is this shit in rotation, cuz smokes in my eyes
I'm trapped in this

Most niggas crack under pressure
But I'ma natural
That's the thing about living by the gun
You shouldn't have to
Most of you niggas my son
Blake

I've already trained
My head
For this complication
That boy you love
Is just enough
To send me
Over the edge right now
If I could leave this town
I would

As I dismantle amateurs
All over your town
Send a coroner to your corner
With letter to your homies
Like Shoulda listened
I warned you
Lil stupid nigga

when I toat Be careful how you talk
I come from this gutter shit to get it all
I walk with that stick in case I take a fall
Insure that a nigga never

of precious stone
Glass cabinet where I keep antique from WWI
Dominican queen downward facing dog warrior one
Hampton ceiling and Victorian skirtings
Walk

free
This is how our lives should be

Come join me, let's all walk out
Let's shout it, enough's enough
Nobody will disagree
If we want it, we can be free

on walks
Must watch him strut by with their eyes on stalks for
That pug in the window

Perhaps one day we'll meet Mr Pug
Bump into him when we're out

working the field with a spirit of resentment
See, his little bro cut ties to live in recklessness
Told the Father to hand over his settlement
Some say he

Don't ask me, if life's a simple thing
I'll tell you this, it dangles by a string

Oh baby
If you don't know what you want, from life
You'll find it

big now
Then you decide to have some drinks with the homies
This girl walk by gives you her number says "call me"
You got your friends around to say

the windows down, so the others know that Hil's coming
This province can hardly hold me, made mountains out of a molehill
Found warmth up out of a cold sea, was