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in the jungle I feel like it's Black
Ops 1 I might cop a Galil
I feel like Asap Rocky in 2012
Cuz a nigga too trill
Niggas is bitchеs they ain't
Finna

times I'm getting high as a kite in the fucking basement
Sticking with this shit I gotta grow
Running up these hours in the lab I face my foe
Even if I

all of the losses I took
Yeah I learned some lessons, I learned my life is a blessing
Learned to watch how I be stepping, 'cause niggas got weapons

lit
All I hear, you ate

Shimmy shimmy ya I been on one
Straight to the bars how my thoughts run
I'm hotter than a crossed bun from the oven
And imma

and told them to go
Like nigga bitch pass me my hydro
I just like to get so high I just might be D-Rose
Switching my flows like my clothes
Switching my flows

If love's a high
These days I'm sober
I guess our party's over
It's time to go home
Old memories are ashes in the tray
Just give it time and they'll

The backtracks of my youth induction playing seventies soul
That's why I'm so young and so old when my radio
Is turned on
But she wanted to turn it

I might rewrite
I know that you'd feel the same
Relate

I'll wait
Recreate
The time your twinkling eyes met mine
I don't mind

Dreaming high above

wanna talk to you
Come in and close the door
I wanna talk to you
Lately I've been thinking on how you are
My dearest friend
It's been so long since you've

was hungry, worry bout the blurry future
All I knew was to make it in a hurry
So how do I see my destiny when the amount of negativities speak to me

The books and words that taught us how
Mean nothing really to us now
Our ears reject the best of sound and it’s tough

Cause we’re high, we’re down, we live

looking for a high command
I won’t get nothing in return
Soon you’ll be ready to learn

Never know the way how it all goes
I won’t complain for a hard ego

хейтит меня but i don\'t give a shit
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Inna di morning
Disappears at night
No need to hide
Inna the shadow
Everything
Is yellow bright
My mood mellow nice
Like a melon ice cream
Paradise
I

the Trap wit all my racks and all my chains out
If ain't bout money Nigga I aint tryna hang out
I don't like to slide high Imma slide sober
We just let it

that bitch down in Mexico
Way down south where my family lives
Toxicity in every bar I spit
Illuminated minds always high
That's how I fucking live
Balor

I live at a fork in the road in a house filled with doors
There's no escaping this metaphor
You've got to pick a path, baby, and let go
Is it going

you know my wrist is looking clean
Yeah, yeah, truest2me, all these bitches they 'gon see
Yeah my choppa it 'gon eat-
Yeah you out of reach, yeah this

hate the way I'm livin' told her this is what I pictured
I been livin' out the matrix wit my niggas
I can't even make a move without yo bitch havin'

on payroll, yeah

I gotta stay low, to many rappers dyin' on the high rows, uh, yeah
I ain't ever been the type to get in the mix with hoes, uh, yeah
To much

appetite yeah

I'm too high don't know why
I do this to myself but I do it every time
I can't lie this feel nice
I can't feel my feet it's like I'm walking

First you getting high yeah you know the fucking vibe
And imma move these seats so I can hit it from behind ohh
Yeah this shit is dangerous
Aint no

talk to the lord ion take it in vain little thottie you done gotta stay in your lane
Keep bussies on my neck when i bathe
Don't pour that lean get high

I hope you don't forget me
Yesterday you were my friend
God says it's not meant to be
But God is not my friend
The hearts you used to send to me
Are