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Writing rhymes to make the day go by
I give you all this truth
So when I don't cry
It's cause I ain't gone lie
Yeah that ain't gone fly
Trynna balance out

me boy I cannot believe
I told her turn around that fatty I squeeze
That bitch she on her knees she giving ehhh
Brodie on his block he gon let it

turning dark yellow and dim
Whispering lies - you'll hear them in a choir - 
Chanting gospels of falsehood first hard to believe 
Envy the triumph behind

Unless I'm not alone
And that's just why I came
If someone made a home of me
Then I believe
I owe them a name
So hey God if you're up there
Guess this

believe that I will threaded my way,
in your personality, out of curiosity: let me share more
than your slippery fibres...
Leave me my precious seeds

he rolling 
Hand seal the shell, flick the Bic now we smoking 

If you move that pump fake, boy i blow the whistle 
Shit me on a pack, best believe boy

Shoutout to my next of kin 
Love to hassan the everlastin assassin 
Without him this wouldn't happen
Ties too strong
I got tattoos on my body done by homies

When you finally make it wonder what they gonna do
Walk into a room and everybody takes a look
Did it by yourself no one's walking in your shoes
Pretty

the dinner with jay-z make the transition

They red line us, so property declines if you live by blacks
They depress the asset and take the property back
It's

let's pardy on the front

My niggas was tellin me nah but I was like yes yall

Forget that, an hour later heard a rvial kid call black

From a passer by

[Verse 1: KaSe]

I'm slipping and I'm stumbling like I can't see
I'm blinding by my dreams/ Every time that I reach
Crossover on me/ Knock me off my

the same tricks 
Now i know used to go to bed but why i 
Couldn't sleep 
He fills your mind with some thoughts, now you're too busy for God 
He projects

'm at
Boys mature fast
Trust issues got the Good girls going bad
I believe you
My own pops thought I resort to selling crack
Hi Dad
Thanks for the beliefs in

know they're a bitch
You got a gun, I got my fist, but best believe that I'ma win
5 foot 10, but I'm built different, nigga with high self-esteem
My

2am cali nights, socal livin
Peep the snap if you wonder how I'm livin
On mission, better listen
Dope ass artist it's a given
Now we got bad bitches

tatted my face, you couldn't believe that shit
Time and time again you fucked me up, now I can't feel this shit
Like why the fuck I can't just be myself

If it's my life or your life then you ain't making it back home tonight
Favored by God and I see through your lies
I'm grateful for the highs,
But my

Aint Even As Good
Words and Music By: Justin Busch (JustinRBusch@yahoo.com) and Dave Tough


VERSE 1:
Windows rolled down in my El Camino
See another

I brought you something close to me
And left with something new
See through your head you haunt my dreams
Nothing to do but believe just believe

I am the hate that grows in your bones
You are alone
And no body loves you
Bring me the head of your God so I know that you believe in change

clicking
So fine and I'm tripping
Can't believe me that we're speaking
Words flow and you feel me
So cute but you freaky
Since 12 you been dirty
Fuck em all

of the houses the rats came tumbling.
Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,
Grave old plodders, gay young

to me
Black diamonds hangin tough off the collar
Drip or drown? I'm just wading in the water
Whip flying down the interstate like a Weasley
My nigga

of what was once
And I’ll be in a gallery of someones
Here lies Nuce still dope when he was off one
By gones be by gones from Hanoi to Saigon
But my god