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Got Mary Jane on my back prayin‘ it won‘t rain
So I‘ll take here a for a walk just to come back to this game, see me playin‘
I‘m a small guy ballin‘

Swag, I was like, "Buddy, go get your own"
Motherfuckers keep on playing
I swear my heart ain't the only thing chrome
Hung up on that bitch 'cause she

so hard to ask you such a question 
might offer you a couple complements 

my main reason to sustain in the game and proclaim my thoughts in writing be

down
Everybody loves Christmas in my home town

Follow the candy cane poles
Down to the park
Kids are making a snowman
With a top hat and a heart
I'm

(Yeah yeah)
When you want to just say it
When you want to just say it
Yea-a-ah (Yeah yeah yeah)
I know you got a fear of being abandoned
But I swear by my

playing my songs and had a heart attack
We ain't fighting when we fucking
But she got her weave snatched
Seen yo check stubs
Nigga you ain't never seen

at cards,
or at least so he thought.
We weren't even playing for money,
just a friendly little game.
He didn't even know my name,
or at least so I thought -

I'm taking aim 
The white boy putting you all to shame 
I'm seeing red now that's Kurt Cobain 
Now and again I gotta do a song that's watered down 
With

I Must Be Dreaming

The Maine

Can't Stop Won't Stop

2008

stop, won't stop, I must be dreaming

Remember the day when we started this
And you made the shape of my heart with your hands
We try to make some

can't run no game on me
I'm that same nigga
Keep the flame with em
I can't play with em
I could pay at a hitta
Let the k hit em
This the old flow
When my

am not savage but I got a cold heart
Always been different, I'm always gon' go hard
Mixing the louie vuitton with the goyard
I want the bustdown

a Netflix account wit a bad card
On the sleeve where I use to wear my heart down by the cuff-links
Need to cuff me a shrink
Someone who's in love with my

Aye , look
That boy just turned twenty
I hold my wishes dearly
All my folks know I'll be rich by my 30's
Yeah that shit be scary
Used to be youngest

playin madden nigga send another blitz
It go 20 ball out that shit go crazy with my fit
Got these broke ass niggas sick
Said fuck my po still riding dirty

of poverty 
Buy me some property 
Before I buy jewelry 
Coz I ain't fucking with foolery
I rather stack and invest (yes)
ball with my team like the ref
Life is

you can up and not return my call?
Your heart ain't even in the lies you tell
There ain't no effort there at all
Bullshit, I call
'Cause you ain't never

we can’t get it through 
So tired of playing games with you 
Closing my eyes we’re avoiding the truth 
Without suit and ties it’s just me and you

you

Actually Premeditated
I was literally Creating my Own World
With my own Thoughts
And that's the Game
Hold on to that Gift
At All Costs
I remember I was

feeling promise bae I'll listen
100 shit real shit uma keep it real
Ain't playing with yo emotions you know what it is
Ain't got no controller I ain't tryna

pain in soul 
Drive u crazy say u hate ima make u feel low 
Who you  playing games with girl  I got control...
I ain't nothing like that lame Nigga

The wrong 9 to 5
Playing the game
What a shame

High score loser
Makes my tooth hurt
You can't lose her
It's not over
Nice score loser
What to do but
Talk

flame
Don't play with me, I ain't no game
I book my ticket, a one way train
And  go somewhere like far away

Cause I know it hurts, but you did it first

What does it mean, this heart of glass, this porcelain trash?
I'm more demanding than I seem
This extended blaze, strategic gaze
Playing games

I've seen the way in the games being played, maybe I'm ready to love
Dragged around like a pawn on a stage, picking me up when you're done
Grab my