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circle, when did I invite you?
Writing phrases on my phone like a fuckin' haiku 
Sorry if I don't believe you, sorry I been lied to
Getting cheated on by

and if you ain’t up atleast a ten you ain’t a opp off mine bottom line back against the wall I’m almost outta time I told god can he send a sign he sent

Hey jay it's me
I was just calling because you hung up in my face
So I wanted to see what that was about
Rich little bitch she can't fucking leave me

Perfectly clear
What is it near?
Angel or hell?
Don't never tell
I can never tell
Why can't I tell, why can't we tell, why can't you tell?
Its a hidden

swearing and shid
I know all my women be grabbing the sheets
you'd think my game was made by machines


Hook
I got no (2)
I got no clutches on me
I got no

them wanna jack it like it’s frigid
But it don’t match your fit 
I much rather hear you zip it
You gotta bundle up 
To fit the clothes that I can fit in

less talented than me with time on his hands
Now he pumping you up
I saw some flowers on your story, no telling who from
You got me feeling like Tupac

da buildin'
Before you motha-fucka's got a whole yard
Had to prison break da buildin'
Before you fucka's got roll-called
Like break it in
Can we just

Without a Trace

Rage

Secrets in a Weird World

1989

[Music by: P. Wagner]
[Lyrics by: P. Wagner]

[a. The devil's triangle]

Tell the press that we can't say more,
There's nothing that we know 'bout

smoke then we gone keep that in the streets nigga
My ghetto pass good in any hood cause Ima G nigga
Can give a fuck bout who he is or what he said
We bust

like cool me too, took that as a clue
She's in the mood so I can go and get some poon
I was wrong though by a long shot
Cause now i'm lying in the bed

winning
You can tell me anything because I won't tell your secrets
I'm so paranoid that stick is by my side
Run up on me then I know you got the wrong guy

a better person
Than judging them by a predicament that you can be in
You my reflection
We one of a kind
It doesn't matter your race in due time
You'll see

do
To get some illegal money what you need to do
You can't judge a book by it's cover
You gotta read it through

Best out to me and you
Winning niggas

imagination
My heart going "Boom-boom-boom"
"Son", he said
"Grab your things, I've come to take you home"
To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I

turning greyer by the day
But I want to make them red with my blood
So I can paint my words up in the stars
Yeah this world is only ours
Got God right by my

even bother  
My bitch be trippin cause 
I never call her 
She know i am dog 
Ain't no use in a collar can't trust he bitches the twin for a dolla 
If i

things change then you flop
Boi you better come up with a new plot 
Before you get you, you, you and you shot
Just like the wind i blew by 
Cause i can see

man's a dub, he's a waste mans
When you done with him, call me on FaceTime

Cause I can get your pussy wetter
Cause I can get your pussy wetter

A little

war in Middle East
Like mice teased by cheese
Then squeezed by self greed
Live in the city of sins
You need Gs to stay breathe
He kills the weak legally

restless
And once He came into my life I lost every blemish
My directive to you is to accept His presence
And never bother with the past either
'Cause

hit to get some every season, never relapse
Ain't got, worries on my mind
We'll be gone by nine
With you by my side
Girl, let's go for a drive
Hand

write it
You thought all of this was for you
If my heart could speak I'm pretty sure that he would describe it
But you couldn't even see through
All

was built by knowledge like the Sphinx was
I could show you a thing or two 'bout everything bruh
On everything you never sing but on this thing bruh