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spoken, we know that by now
Mentally broken, but manage somehow
Your saddest feelings, which I can't allow
To take you all over, like 'oh my god, WOW!'

don't even try
uzokhala I'm a big
Step-per I'm the one that can't be replaced
Zayithin they be tryna find a copy cat to do
Exactly like me oh please
they

Walk with me
Walk with me
Walk with me
Walk with me
I can feel it in my veins its lingering like an echo
And this feeling it just wont let go

witness
Straight out the darkness touch me where my heart is
Take it and make me clean cause I don't wanna be heartless
No mo' comin out the front door
I

[Verse 2: Frank Knight] 

On my toes I be slick as my dick in her wet pussy
Gucci allure with juicy couture and fresh Stussy
Oh her name Nina the Spanish

This rapping is not a fling, so you won’t catch me questioning
My ability as a rapper as I capture my lyrics and take it step by step like a ladder
I'm

started going through this
Oh I love it, there's nothing near it, drop the beat, going crazy when I hear it
People ask me if I'm ready, I don't fear it
It's

scene 
All those hollywood movies made a believer out of me
What happened to building 7
Oh my gosh Wally Beeve
An action movie on 911 is what
We

stunting by myself baby Tom Cruise
Then you caught me in your spell like you're Badu
Up down I'ma slide right by you
Feel like your first love out of high

I can drive by your street and not feel a thing
Play all of those songs you used to play me
Get drunk with my friends and not think to call
Could

Fast, fast car like a lambo
If you get me on I won’t let go
Get it from both sides like stereo
Might just film it so it turns into a video
Hit

meet the bong
Surrounded by clouds of smoke 
Excuse me, you vape?
Oh no, here we only roll blunts
Take note otherwise 
Get out
You out here
I’m outer

Girls keep humping if the beat keeps thumping 
And the drinks keep coming till the sun comes up
You could meet me with my niggas by that fancy truck
Hit

tryna change
Don't need your bad vibes tan lines nor pain
Always designer shades
Come sunshine or rain
Oh and by the way don't get it twisted
All my

but I'ma sell the rest

Like let me lace my shoes up cause I ain't trippin
Don't be funny or act weird cause my finger already itching

Oh you throwing

First base
You've never been more beautiful than you are right now
Standing in front of me
And I think I see your eyes on my lips
And I weigh

can't end up in last!

Look to my past, pack of demons on a path to resign me!


I don't think you understand the pain!

Can't be explained, just know by

guts
Mutilated monkey meat, little dirty birdie feet
They be like, Blam em Dust
Oh, I see you heard of me
Shout out all my haters, nah, that ain't gonna

twice I've seen my ghost
I won't look back, I won't track back
Forget it, first to the paper, I want it directly
You won't ever hear me ask you "split it"

on my shades
Not phased by your hatred
I'm probably a sadist the way that I'm smiling
When snapping on niggas who tested my patience
Y'all should be

those who dance
I'll wait
I won't dance with you and now comes the night

(If there's someone here looking out for me)
(Find the pariahs by the sea)

I don't need you to be my girl

Oh, well, I went to the store
And saw you there
And then you looked right back
And caught my stare
You said I'm

Sparerei al cielo, con una G9
Finché non smetterà di piovere
Catene al collo, strette su me
A volte penso soltanto a lei 
Oh my god
Ho scritto una

BM's
Knowing that you’re
more than old enough to be a BM
You be up envious tapping at my DM
By now
you should a had kids round my age
But you be buzzing