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do the nasty shit off liquor
Fuck water 'cause my blood real thicker
GoonRich was my muhfuckin' nigga, my brother
He wasn't born nigga by the same

a joint at a party
I must be dead, my hands feel different
Yo my skin even has a different pigment
A dream come true or just another illusion
So much

nameless is the morning when I wake alone
useless were the warnings of “I need you”
and by the way I don't anymore

and he told me “I love the way

Skin color mocha chip
I get emotional just lookin'
At you laying here
Hand on your ass, whispering sweet nothings
But there's substance to my words
I

out
When I fell back i had to regroup
Obi Wan Kenobi solo dolo
I don't need you pistol by my side
Like R2-D2 it ain't peaceful
I just tipped the bouncer

sins, yeah
Willy Shakes with the pen
I might have to set a trend (Yeah)
I'ma pop by the end
Got too many famous friends
(Yeah, way too many)
Spirit moves

Here I go again with my split personality
Musical formality, the demon is inside of me
Schizophrenic, psychosomatic
Rhymes are automatic, radio

It's deep like ocean, infinite sand
The feel of coming home again
Electric current pulls me in
And just in time I can breathe again

My skin was

simple
I feel her tingle my skin
My lives are running thin
Running thin

I'm on her shelf
She came I fell
Into her loving arms
I could not resist her

Head she got a long tongue
Guns start singing like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Bullets rang out he got hit up in his artery
I got a light skin bitch
She look

This is the lashing
The laceration of the skin
You shall be cast into rivers of purity
Wickedness taints the soul
Bleach the stains of sin

Good ONE, this 1NE good ONE, this 1NE
Dodo, dah
I just poured the lean up by the litre, ok
I spilled the tea and bought some new machine
I fucked

Ah, yeah
Showin' love to Ash, she stood by me on my worst days
Wavy the only one that got me somethin' every birthday
People I called friends,

Wake up so confused
Look in the mirror who are you?
Talking to my self can't hear my voice
Don't recognize any of these clothes

Pinching my arm

I  
Crept like the ancients 
ccross the distended pathway 
Pitched and narrowed by bracken 
cnd fear 
Of content & self importance 
Of rebellion

the electric chair
All a sudden they wanna get religious
I heard it like nine
Out of ten inmates on death
Row are all ultra religious
That's because they know

options cockpit, mahogany tone
Vivica fox skin
Babyface, youngers are savage
They selling Johnson
Scrape the rest off of the stove
And chef Bronson satin

Boys by your underwear (Ayy)
Niggas they really hate but
They should participate (Oh yeah)
Make it rain, precipitate
You niggas are in the way (What)
But

so I got friends in low places
Whoo, yeah alright back to hip-hop

Dystopia i saw that mag light shine it's
Scheme upon my skin and dissaprove
I heard

lit by full moon
I’m dancing the dark nights with you
Glowing my skin

All these moments without you
All these moments without you
I’m feeling you even

resurrected firma’s pen 

Got merked by jendor again 

Man can’t act like everything zen 

Land in Jamaica but ya not there my friend 

Mans In country smoking

walk around with an air of arrogance
You two faced piece of shit
Don't care what others think
I wonder what it's like to wear your skin
The perfect

Lost in Despair 

Loneliness is hungry for life
Blinded by darkness there is no more light
Be flawed or fair
Agony creeps under my skin, and I see

Feel the sunset dancing on your skin
Drops of summer gently sinking in
Melting slowly
Melting slowly
Melting slowly
We are drifting on our ocean bed