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they're treating me, they're Gittin' Funky like Kid 'N Play
I'll blow up till it disintegrates
I'm gonna get it solo like a red cup
I been alone bitch I'm

don't wanna get the blues
Focused on me, I don't care what you do

That's why ima go my way
Do my thing
About to blow up like propane tank
Still going

As the whistle blows it's time to say goodbye

The wheels start turning the engine's roar
Taking me away from the life we swore
I'll ride these tracks through

miles 
My videos be going viral 
Me I dey here dey face sapa okay 
Depression wey make alhafa do ritual 
Na him make pastor turn to Imam 

Se bi o ti

Who's been with me in my dreams
I'm sure in past lives too
Only with you I've been

I hear you call my name
Each time the wind blows
I try to find

at Ross
Adam stay by Wokano I think Ima give him a Call
Ik They fw rps but for that fet they go genital
Pink 20s with the cuts in em like a fuccin reticle

let the wind blow them away
No more city symphonies, I'm writing my own play
With a chorus of fireflies and a stage painted by the moon
Just you and me,

Bad lil bitch, leave me alone
Shorty all on me , she gon bust it

She gon bust down
Baby come around
We can go to town
She gon blow it down
Baby I

blows through the door

I see the world in your eyes
It burns, spinning round
There’s a heaven for us 
But we’re fooling around

I set and watch it burns

the whole night through

Sweet girl, sweet girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever

(awee!)
Koko-koko rebulele (awee awee!)
Set a goal, and go the extra mile and I
Make the sacrifices along the road and I
Take moment and drove the message

boy.
I'm trying to own a yacht yea that's the goal boy
I got real hittas real go getters.
All my Detroit 313 wig spliters.
All my 6 Mile money gettas.

them is bout time
Them start realize
When we talking about scoreboard
We talking about crime
We ahead by miles
End up with yuh picture
Yuh sure yuh going

plastic by my side, Kim K's buddy
Aye
Why you throwin' fits and never throwin' down?
Live fast, die fast, on GG I ain't slowin' down
Up a couple rounds

might blow
And leave yo by the light pole
He stood up for his mans
I guess that he the type to die for
His twitter fingers made a typo
The fuck he trynna

Yeah, she givin' me some top
Don't stop, don't stop makin' me go crazy By the way, that ass drop, ass drop

Tell me shit I do a lot, like, uh I just did

I should have known by now
Uh-huh
Was something I could see
A mile away
But I never thought of permanence
When it came to trading blows
And now it's

You've caused me to leave my home
The longest train I've ever saw
Went down that Georgia line
The engine passed at six o'clock
The caboose went by at nine

toting, locked and loaded
Don't provoke us, hopeless, explode
Explosives, oh shit, no shit, blow em'
Casket closing, close his nosey noses
Leave em' bloody

in Bali
Yeah the airport is private

The seashore looking blue-green
Ye and Miles D the pilots
Getting a BJ on the PJ
Yeah my side girl's name is

Are Not The Same,

1:22 (Verse 2)
Do or do not there is no try,
Mr. Miyagi snatchin flys,
Call me D.K. when I'm driftin by,
All I keep seein is flashin

quest to seek
Cus you the only one keeping you off the street
Now blow holes in your vicious code and get reloaded
Growing wholly by soul as you in motion

a short fuse
My ex ole lady give a fuck what I do
I'm chasing after paper walk a mile in my shoes
My homies bang red, give these hoes the blues
But they

Artic winds blow deep despair 
I’m hearing voices in my head 
I’m alone out here no place to go 
Surrounded for miles by ice and snow
I’ve been