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a star and girl you perfect
I want you close to me
I need you by my side
I letter enveloping
These feelings I keep inside
Message in a bottle found it

Pigs won’t take notes
, they can’t press charges
 

License plate ’s up, I’m fast on the line


Loaded, loaded, there’s scope in your back


Digging,

the block, give an F 'bout police  
My nigga Kevin got a bottle, now we chuggin' it home
This night is calm, drink is strong, I feel like I belong
Light one up

holden
5 miles out where there’s no police
she lit the flame  by an old oak tree
shiftin’ gears she was movin’ fast
burn it slow, so the memories last 

We

home drunk, last time (it's time)
I drove home drunk, but it's the last time x3
I drove home drunk

[Verse 2]
Drunk by myself, bottle under the seat
I

of many battles
Broken bottles and black eyes
Disguise on my face, when we kick the door down
The Fury's in the house tearing up the town

Dad, you're from

So Selfish

Esham

Tongues

2001

all hustlas
Pushin' the product, connected by the narcotics
Hella melodic when NATAS drop it, I got it
30,000 feet out in the air, I parachute on ya

Elixir sips, my nigga, take a hit
Your soul paper thin my soul extra thick
I'm on my ancient shit, you can't pay for this
No genie in a bottle but I get my

Dr. Kimble

The Step Brothers

Lord Steppington

2014

shit
If we ain't on the same page by now, it's never happening
Decoding all these messages is only for the passengers
Coded for the massacre when it

Imma do this with or without you
Have you sayin how'd I ever doubt you
Bottles poppin' all around you
In the club everyday where I found you
And you

that microphone is a therapist, 
For some of us, that therapist is a bottle, 
They sip that alcohol full-throttle then they’re mad to be startled by

God in yo life, and spread His message and gifts
Make it about what's doing right, and avoid the politics
I wanna help my mom retire by next year
I just

conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave

VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless

Mind feeling bland.

Greened out on xan.

Ounce in bag.

Woods in my hand.

Murder she wrote.

Heart turned so cold.

She ain’t medusa but she turn

look cute in all white girl, don't gas me
Toothpick in my mouth like I'm Diddy with no Cassie
Catch an attitude again I'll call your ass a taxi
I got

boo
Yeh, you can find me in my zone, yeh
Leave a little message on my phone, yeh
Don't be stressing that i'm not at home yet
I'll make sure that I leave

bottle full in hopes of catching lightning
Grip of expectation I can feel it tightening
Damn, I could be a bloodhound
But I'm stuck in the doghouse
If I

a mistake!", controlled by pharmacies
Harmless, my message is pure
Like Habana's trees
How many competitors? It's heavy, though
Head on my shoulders, I'm colder

Let's get some things out the way
Embroidery by Julie
She got the Hoops needles and threads
To sew mouths shut when you snitchin' to the feds
Chasing

would hit you up again
Yeah but look at me now, I got your number in
A message fueled by bottles of Jameson
Yeah, look at me now, I'm fucking pressing

boxing them bitches
I saw em in pictures, I knew that your intentions were vicious
All of the text messages taking advantage of how I feel
Should've never

fam got fxcked over in a squeeze while I'm  gone to war fighting for the ones That I had left! 

Named tatted on my back 
Simple message with respect !

Now I'm rich
Stacking up blessings again
A couple bottles pop em just to leave my messages in
New phone they already started texting again
Accolades

Take priority of the things you do
Instead of scavenging for all the excuses to prove
Every message is straightforward truth
Straight punch to your