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Uh, ay
Solo on a stretch tryna catch a check, patch a debt
Four more in the set, windows plus the vent, so Midwest
Super live I sort of death-defy

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Smut Peddlers

Porn Again

2001

lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the homeless
If I escape, I might evaporate my whole state

Plus when Cage ripped in half on the concrete

What's up yall? It's life
Yeah I'm still rappin'
haven't been in action
But I haven't been relaxin'
Took a little breather
Cause it wasn't either

we should-

Jesus Christ, shut up and listen!
(Tuning radio)

It is very likely that one or
More of you know this individual
Someone who's experienced

dead or alive
Pride and endeavorment and got em parrished and traumatised
I'm parking lives in a yard, I could pocket more by surprise
Bitch, how

up by you in the morning thank you Jesus you the woman I'm the man sexy thang i need ya 
Putting work in seven days I wanna see ya playing sick bout

a razor for your veins
Ima burn it all down I got smoke for 60 days
Take your shots
Im diging plots
Going gold for all you dirty little thots
Advice for exs

Providing me, Frightens, More so Enlightens me
Give a fuck less About my insecurities
I know that I'm a mess and I gotta battle sobriety
Anything

and shackles and chains

Bozzy be back
Flex up on a little just to show 'em where we at, wait, aye
Snotty in fact, eagles in the sky
Jesus got us

He felt guilty damn near all his life
Much more now than then
He wrote a letter to Jesus last night
And he nailed it up to the cross
Yeah he's free in

knees
And pray to Jesus
'Fore I steal yo girl
Like Weeknd did to Bieber with Selena 
And you make another song that's called "She Cheated"

By the time

beneath the ground
I can barely hear a sound
Why is no one speaking out
I just wanna scream and shout
Let my fuckin demons out
Let them breathe a little bit

thank you, Jesus
Boy, boy, I see you fake flexing
I ain't even gotta lie
Liquor all in my liver
Weed all in my eyes
Woop
Cops pull up by surprise
She hit

I'm more of a dick
Tiktok hits be making me sick
I am a hater, I am a prick
I am not vader, I'm king of the sith
Redo the math, I'm on attack
Caps,

inside of an uncomfortable position
By the first of the month they gon be digging up your flesh and bone
I'm so valid never seek validation no matter

is Good Music
One time gangsters
One time for the players
Real homies never change
In Jesus name
feel my pain
Know the game
Play by the rules
Player's

Y'all some fuckin weirdos
Not like good weird either, just weirdos

Mission impossible, mission accomplished
Did it by myself, no accomplice
Except

eager
Hot and ready, Little Caesar's
Room full of that Hello Kitty
She got a case of that yellow fever
Sext it call it how'd she get my number?
Gave her

Nightlife [[Explicit]]

Eskimo Callboy

The Scene

2017

day and night
You gotta wake up
The night is not over now
Clap your hands
To the rhythm of this song

I've had a lot
But I'm up for some more

they get along just fine
Accidents will happen
When you're killing this much time

And over by the pay phones
Every guy who's got a wife
Will call

and shackles and chains

Bozzy be back
Flex up on a little just to show 'em where we at, wait, aye
Snotty in fact, eagles in the sky
Jesus got us

the little ones calling me uncle
Shit you know I do it for the dimes too
I’m trying to find out where my mind at
I don’t think I’m crazy, I’m beyond that
Every

Got yourself a dog and a little house
Got yourself a job, oh, you should be proud
And Jesus says you can marry now
So tell me what the hell's all

of tweakers calling my
Line to find Nemo
But now they know the words
From Tahiti to Toledo
A couple washed up rappers aggy
Offended by my ego
Shit, I don't even