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What do you see when you look at me
Is it a freak, or the end of worries
Help me be free are you fuckin' blind
I'm feeling fine
Get out of my mind

dem nuff
Sweep dem head like garbage and dust
Do doom doom doom
AR buss
Two by three gone without a fuss
Mi nuh inna no long chat
Squeeze that, Boom

to listen to the fakes I had to take a break
Vipers and some cobras I'm surrounded by some fucking snakes
I gotta' say that I'm wishing I could go North

Thank you for considerating
Quit the instigating
DOMS the goat there's no debating
Watch me demonstrate it
Funny fat light skin tryna make waves
Only

suffocated
Now he needs some space but he's thinking about constellations
Inspired by the teachers cause they never thought he'd find a way
Not to mention

spoons on a pot
Let me in little pig not by the hair of your little chinny chin chin
Ripping all your hair out with a grinny grin grin
Strip you right down

the mirrors are cracked
And I wonder what I keep them for
My reflection is so shattered
Now my image is feeling torn
If you stay by my side
I might just

Yea man I was stuck in my ways I was frozen
Now it's time to attack
Nah I can't waste time on yat
See I always get by with my chat
You aim one at me

stars/
Lyrics are hard to come by, it's a dying art/
Surprised I survived this long, tryna find a spark/
You can't see me or my drive, just the tire marks/

for less distractions in class
How can I compete with Harry Styles
When this motherfucker's shoes are from the skins of crocodiles
I'll bring the past

counted raindrops a thousand times
I watched as the storm rolled in 'n' rolled by
I never got my
Chance to say goodbye now
Dim the lights down
Tear

eye
To a Ceres ear of corn, moth torn to her Europa light
And They linger in those days falling like rain on summer Dunes where
You are not the one I

Wet as the ocean
When you looking into my eyes
You tweakin' from my voice
Your skin feeling like hives
Girl this really me
I could never be in disguise

The cops are hunting for me up out on the streets
At least three warrants for skipping bail
And if they catch up to me, well then, I'm going to jail
Now you

tonight
You the goat are you gon’ prove me right? yeah
So wait up for me
It’s 2 am when I pull up (Pull up)
Lady in the streets but a freak in sheets
Imma

Aye bruh Ian gone lie to you I heard this shit by Baby Santana and that nigga raw asf
Bruh I had to make my own fucking remix you feel me
So shoutout

they shooters
The Holy Spirit been moving
Yeah, it's in her hands
The cards she playin
But she don't know how to deal
She walking with God
With me by her

the black skin color is fadeless
Now you know say
Na your mama hey
Na your papa hey
This no be small matter hey
Are you feeling me 2baba hey

Somebody say huh

disguised as a pretty face
But underneath the skin
It's the place that is filled
With the lies and the guilt
I am feeling again and again
No need to act like

fault, system failed them by default
Grow up put on dad's badge and then they slam Black face in the asphalt
LAPD I hope you don't think that I'd forget

missed the feelin, yeah
The day that I heard the third song I won, you can't run, you can't run
Ayy, I'm tryna tell you we are connected in this universe

(Infinite)
No Frontin..
What's that?..

Verse 1 (Infinite):

They sold fools dreams my dreams are soul food I'm better than the shit I seem to go

Right on my ass
Right in the back-burner
Hard drives are smashed
Reconcile pain from my past
Projecting projectiles
Metaphors clash
Like sword

some clarity 
The current stash of rap artist are all fallacy 
Please excuse my manners to feed the famished 
Diseased and the lost I appease any calls