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laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga

to do is drink brew
Screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens
We fuckin' cousins
You can throw your middle finger
If you feel me, loc
A nigga

who the boss is
Curtain Call stop callin’ me for a monster

Don’t you tell me I should
Go and wait a minute
Just so I can drop an album
Why you never

wrote an entire
Album about us drowning wasn’t that enough?

Now I’m haunted by all these
Holes found in my armor
And if my heart beats any harder
I will

is born
To a pot of gold
News flash im seizing on the honour roll
Shaking times up you gotta go
Tight shirt wearing rappers
I can see your heart

gone start the revolution
Talking to my brother bout
Albums you ain’t heard
Got my heart in my hand since you
Left in the dirt, got my phone on
Lock, you

funny
Where do you belong? I don't
Think it's a riddle
You’re a Stan, a copycat Eminem's Skittle
Got the 007 deadly sins aching in me
But your 5 albums

We been out here for light years
It's quite clear we fight fear
Embrace hugs and ideas
We ate hearts and drank beers
The Nate Doggs, the Eyedeas,

Yeah, man, it's your boy J stalin
Man, you feel me
I'm just sittin' here lookin'
At this photo album, man
I got a lot of niggas that ain't here no

to the charts
Instead of doing shit I choose
To be incredibly smart
Prefer to be a bitter pill and
Not to have a sweet heart
I start to motherfucking push instead

distance makes the heart fonder,
Go figure,
No wonder this tunnel just keep gettin longer, who made the extension,
Yet my vision it somehow just keep gettin

the battle and saddle up
Matter of fact when I'm steady to the channel
I'm able to beat any criminal, I'm capable I be the interlude
Between the album

Cold in the north
Same temp as the heart
Push
Push what it is
Do the part
Focus ain't shit
When you know you a God
Free (yeah)
Long as I breathe
It's

I just dropped the top up off my whip, now I'm gettin' lit
People askin' for another album, know it's gonna be a hit
Your friend is tryna rap, he

auf Stand-by
Entweder schlaf' ich ruhig am Ende
Oder hab' Blut in den Händen so wie beim Blood-Gangsign
Das heißt, ich würd' für Hip Hop sogar auf 'nem

obsessive about your notes Because your writing is pretty awesome and I respect that in so many ways and I'm so awed by it and people don't understand that

Yo, yo,
We dropped that album, almost had a heart attack
I can't believe it's over now and how I'm supposed to battle that
I look to Ant, I look

like smoke in chest, laugh in jest,
Till' hearts arrest, coughing me's a bad sign
Skip my album, then you outlined in chalk
When you run, you walk, if

"Tangled Mess"
By Brad Dassey feat. Brooklyn Sexy
6-17-2023


VERSE 1
Bathed in trauma 
Poured out on you
Blindly making excuses
I never had a clue

words, flustered my head
Time looping around all this bullshit you fed
Photo album on the floor
Every page kept the score
Every smile is a sore
Every pain

as aldoran
(Destroyed?)
Trippy within my mind, just like an album made by Pink Floyd
Somebody call them a hearse
No time to rehearse
I need to reimburse my

I see your name on the marquee lights
Your face on tv in that show I like
Your nominated for a grammy, 
cnd you've got an album coming out on Friday

Cause I fucking loved you
With all my heart
Now I barely even know ya
Is fallin' apart, where did it go
The time flew by and I barely even noticed
One

the snakes in the grass then it's all vivid
We'll take the throne from you assholes and its all win win
Rockstar shit but My album sounds like Stoney
Bitch my