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shit overtake you
As much as I have wanted… to give into madness
Trapped by thoughts that haunt me I know how it happens
The voices are calling me I can

and Whitney I’m high off you got me dizzy
You’re music to my ears so baby tell me that you Miss me
If I had asked you what would happen on our Prom night
Always

a few loose, then I seen that I grew
I ain't in the mood, baby, no, it's not you
We can get a room, you come over by 2
You ever seen the world from

fight baby i’mma do you right
If you ‘bout it, lemme know, by da end of night you can…

Tek time baby, tek time 
When I whine up my body slow (my body

fight baby i’mma do you right
If you ‘bout it, lemme know, by da end of night you can…

Tek time baby, tek time 
When I whine up my body slow (my body

What if I was just a hood nigga (just a hood nigga)
Misunderstood nigga (stood me)
Never thought I could nigga (like what, oh)
What would you say,

Gotta hustle hustle hustle
Like I owe a trillion
All the hustle hustle hustle
Man I know it's killing them
Your knowledge is your power
So you gotta

My own love don't know me no more
My own love don't know me no more
There's something new about the way you hold me in the night
Could it be that

Check yourself in the road, bless you
There is a miss now by the way
We have so conscious of reality
A place in Nigeria, my home country
To be faithful

all night, I couldn't focus
Coulda had me, but you folded
I won't go and talk my shit, but we just gotta state the facts
You the reason I can't trust

Uh
Yea
4200 for da pound
Come get some
Servin da block wit da Za
I ain't miss once
I'll work with your budget
Jus know you ain't gettin Runtz
I sold

the outcome if you never even try it
Up so many nights, I'm getting used to be tired
Left home in search for a better zone
Rockin horse blinders, never picking

With all that big talk
Must be depressing being a rapper forreals
And I don’t wanna be a rapper if this is what it means
You niggas can miss me with that

night house feral enter the lodge and windpipes narrow Best believe in horror stories you're in one I'm no Jack Sparrow 
Happy death day miss Rosemary

He was born for the saddle
And raised to ride the range
By the time he turned thirteen he learned
That whiskey numbs the pain

Till one night in

miss you, I said I know lil baby, I know you need me
Oh yeah, these niggas are broke, they go find a job applying on Indeed
Yeah, I'm talking my shit,

a hit and for the night we don't quit
Sitting by my side while I make another hit, yeah

again
I can't fuck less you involving your friend
I can't miss work, ain't no calling it in
How you ask for my involvement and then
Switch sides
Niggas

myself night after night
Wondering what in the fuck have I done (Lord what have I done..done)
By the way my name is slim
And I'm here for murder in

working hard
One day we seeing mills and you know shits barred 
Right now he getting by he barley paying bills
I stay up every night cause I get them

could still be bright
Dry your eyes and go and look a again
Pendulum you’ll come back
Martin said run tell that
The other one face waterhose and night

Rush
We're party girls, smoke up every night
And fuck who we like, then spit on the mic (true)
If a bitch miss the ball, game is over, one strike
I be

Know i'll live forever if i keep writing these songs, right
Conversations with the currency we talking all night
Know that imma make it yeah, it'll be

bright
Body so tight
She just wanna go home throw it back all night
She said you my type
Look me in the eye
I don’t wanna love won’t you blow my mind
Then