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We dun put in days, they can't touch the songs we made
Makin' music late til' we take it to a stage 

Told them 'Pray for me!'
Might be in bad shape by

bipolar
Ya might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola
Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola
If you dont pimp her, Im ike like Dola
I'm ridin in a big boat

'Cause she's my little lady

Stunned by her magical touch
I'm driftin' away
On wings of love every day
I dream about my baby
Hear me calling, yeah, yeah,

and we’on even know it “You know it”
They say we free but they pronounce it with a semicolon “Fr’ee”
Now tell me how to make a change without the flaming

I'm loyal
As long as you hold me down expired milk you spoiled
Tryna touch some new soil with my girl across the border
We a team so I push my baby with

breakfast, only meal that concerns me
Building up that proper vibe might require surgery
Occurs to me, emergency the thought emerging
Flirting seems absurd

for ya
You know all of my walls broke down
I'ma give her my soul for the one night
Filling my cup and she feeling on me
Cause I need someone to fuck up

better call a Lyft
I don't mess with the fake counterfeit
You can tell by the way that I spit
It's legit on my momma dem
I know that I'm blessed
So no

stay by my side
Hungry for love

Tell me that I am
Just your lovin‘ man
Cause all I want is you
Would you like to spend
The night with me
Tell me that

A Creeping Dose

In Fear and Faith

A Creeping Dose

have know that it would end this way
But I was locked up, shut down, shoving it all away
I was in denial
And now know you’re all guilty too
You

do it like this
Do it like this
Have you in your long legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by so much pink ice

Look but don't touch, cause my

don't 
Need clothes 
Midas with the touch
Clutch
cll that we eat gold
They should give me murda 1
For the way that I eat flows

Designer belts

the river
There he met Queen Cleopatra
Who didn't seem too pleased
About Frodo's presence

Trying to touch my crown? You can't boss me
(Uh, huh)
So you better

to get you
Can't be thinking saying to self-everyone's out to get you
When I first came focused on race it's obvious to me
Imagine be a nineties hip hop

casts a lurid light on me
the eyes of friend and foe
when all was touch and go
it`s always what you leave behind

If wishes were horses
and hopes were

ass, I got me yelling out Mayday
Chasing the bag, trying to run it up eight ways
When I touch 20 bands then I'm taking a vacay
Bitch, I don't smoke no

keep ending is redundant
Years go by and we just keep in touch
Find out a way to hurt me no matter what
Wouldn't have it any other way
You and I are

accent
Think she from St. Louis by the way she make her back bend
Im havin fun with it i get a pack and i flip it and double it
Your goofy ass prolly fuck

worrying bout me and go and get a bag
I'm telling you right now, that lil stack ain't gon' last

I ain't tryna hate, I'm just tryna be real
Now you gave up

Checking how we balling
This shits a goal
You look straight
Through the piphole
I'm on my way to the
Pinnacle
This Ni**a use to be
Ridicule
I was amazed
By

and she giving me (bad bitch)
These drugs make me lose composure
These drugs make me lose myself
Got some money did it by myself
Rewind that shit
Aye you

I did
You gave me a place to go live
Even with the sad shit
I did in my life
You told me never lie
And those the words I live by
Unless it's

ain't talking for no reason
You know they can't touch me I'm calling Cedr
Niggas ain't fast like me when it comes to the getting and stacking this dough

Midas touch in the clutch 
Buzzer beater before lunch 
Eatin' every blessed day
Plate is very very full 
What more can I say
This the only way I play