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get sweated we don't break a sweat
I'm in the process of healing I ain't healed yet
Back to writing over beats I ain't kill yet
I can't filter these

on my dick
Got a laundry list of songs and hits Nosferatus bit
I'm a modern myth
Spit Bugatti quick, hollow tips for your follow list
What I'm plotting is

this curse
Why does it feel home when I start to kiss her?
Don't need filters, you're a perfect creature
Love is on hold 'cause she is a keeper
Mind is

how I'm living
I had to make a decision
To see that boy fall know they wishing
And they stop me for pictures
And bitch if you fine don't use filters

Rolled another backwood nigga this a swisher
Seen Jesus yesterday fuck I forgot the picture
Told the bitch to lose some weight I don't got no filter

no filter, no sense of place					
cnd always this stupid, smug look on his face			
Don't be that guy!							
				
clright, everyone... sing it

Tik Talk, Tik Talk, Jaise Ghadi Karti Hai, Ghadi Ghadi Sare Kare, Tik Talk
Tik Talk, Tik Talk, Jaise Saare Celebrity,  cur Saare Lagte Hain, Tip Top,

the word is stuck
Tie your tongue you worry
If you let me then I'll interrupt
Have you been honest?
The quiet makes me wonder
See the way you tip toe
'Round

workin', filters be serpents, I know for certain
Niggas can't data, blame your creator, why you act beta

Screens won't save you when we pop up deep, swear

right in front of you and even on the periphery
Giving free tips to anybody who's listening
Get skinny
Quit living without God
Buy guns, do drugs; it's

the carousel tip
Giving you intimate clues into my genuine truth
With decadent rhetoric sure to give a parrot a lisp
In other integral news
I'm Ken Wilber meets

Insta celebek, filter meg a vaku mehet 
 Gyanú felett állsz megin' mer' volt egy tanú 
 veled 
 Imádtok, mind akik szidtok 
 És itt-ott idegesít hogyha

Filter ready to spit the lyrical lyrics
Lyrical lyricist ready to finish this shit
Feel confident strong like that James Bond I'm
Shaken not stirred Golden

Zevenhonderdtwintig eitjes mixen
Sta ik mise-en-place voor een week te fixen
Heb ik me vergist? Is er iets dat ik mis?
Als ik een kip zonder kop ren ik rond voor de tip

till I'm Swayze
Owe a lot to male role models Jada and Jay Z
No ounce of  me lazy, plus my mind  maneuve crazy
Plus I got a 6th sense that filters fake

the back while I grab my amulet
And you lit like a candlewick, got the kind of lips
That could cool a whole bowl of noodle soup
On that Cambell's tip

Can't compromise with the filler
Plus she wanna fuck without filter
Don't fill the cup up for Triller
My mind is valued as equity
All of that talk

fammill chiatt o filter
Faccio cocc tir e cchiú vec pur a manitú
A tribú mann signal si song Ennaro o sciamano
Conness ca terra madre mo facc natu rituale

it out there
And now he feels like a hidden necklace
Aako almost suffocating amechezea chini ya maji for long
Anafeel drained pia, mjazieni iiyo Tip

and I'm copping a brick
Bet that Filter gon hit when I'm folding a tip
Spliff up bong man now that's an assist
Say what you want coz I'm never gon trip
I do

but were so wrong
I full stop, put 'em on spot
How I came up at the tip top
I don't let go and that's why not
Cause it's hip-hop and a weirdo is an icon

to your job 
And leave you a lil tip that'll pay for your shift out that bih
How you like how it feel
When a bish got a hustle
But don't have to live by

wax-ing) no candle heat
Run my route Randy deep, tongue and mouth, plan to eat
Ran a heat with her, tip toe to the finish, curl 'em
Stoned like we curlin',

She called them conversation cigarettes
Blue smoke rising from the tips
It was the same night I became a prostitute
Confessed over conversation