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so gently and white, And everything sparkled in the soft moon-light.
We woke up early, the sky still dark blue,
The air filled with magic, and maybe

No Time
Nigga i ain't waiting for shit my nigga
(Whuttttt) No Time for the fuck shit
Tell the judge he could suck dick (Fuck On)
(Meech what it look

already knew
I’m lost in the booth making songs with the crew
I'm still on my feel-good but wanna stay true
I keep turning up while the sky is still blue

the weather

That fat blue sky is flying by there's a sound in my ears of laughter and love, heaven's above, there's no more tears

A screaming child I became

Breathe the fresh air
While the skies are still blue
So that's just what I do
That's what I do and that's just what I do
And that's just what I do
That's

through the night sky as I sail by
Every light below me
An independent mind
It's strange to think I'll never meet these people who just live lives

Every

Claustrophobic as fuck, hoping my music
one day bloom Gave myself a rendezvous at the top

By Monday noon I'll have a multitude of songs
To just get me Armani

Word to the wise
I wanna see us all rise
Can't fall prey to the villain realize
Some folks never see the vision
In the clear blue sky
But will feel

Good Life

E.S.G.

City Under Siege: Wreckchopped And Screwed

2014

love for us Gs
Mama's waiting in line, in hours for the government cheese
Christmas trees had 'empty, man that shit ain't too cool
Prolly get two

burglary,
Catch him like it with a automatic, that's a third degree
Now we outside, waiting for him, I won't be surprised if he dies undergoing surgery

have on
White collar, blue collar, it's vile linen (sad)
When I went to Mexico they called me John Lennon
Even though he's been d-d-dead for a minute

out my chest
You my side girl, talking right here by my side girl
Hundreds on my grind girl
Seven mill tryna make my momma ritch
Put that syrup in my

my way
I'll be going far away
I'm just waiting for this plane
Dry telephone convos
Got no time
Please phone don't ring
I gotta be straighter than

and Jacob
Smack her on the ass while smearing all her makeup
By the time we was done, she couldn't even wake up
Had to grab me a boat, how I filled the lake

Give it to em
Alarm striking seven
Oxy through my vent
Off the roof, Imma jump into multi-pedestrians
Working on the scripture that we had written

bueno
Rezando en el cielo
Rezando padre nuestro
Chilling on this leather couch
Blowing on this quarter ounce
Higher than a jumpy house
Just waiting

can't beat my lo-fi
Their most viral soundpiece can't beat my unreleased
A thousand-seven bucks, says they'll never fuckin' step to us
But I don't think I

I had a dream I was harassed by demons
They would kiss my ass if I ever get into Heaven
Now pick a number between six and seven
Whether you're

You and me on the road
With my brand new old mercedes benz
You were standing by me
I was sitting on the front of the car
Waiting
Waiting for

never bite the hand
But I said fuck it, I gotta win
Did shit that'll never fade
Can't talk about it in my dark place
Blue skies they turn to grey
No David

Respiration

Mos Def

Audio 3

2008

mask it
Mixing down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I choreograph seven steps to heaven
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened

records
Sean J, you killed this shit
I heard they formed an alliance
Against little old me
You can tell by my gut
I ain't ran from no beef
I turn rappers

on the cut of your jib
It's dark all night because the stars grew weary
Little Boy Blue lost his horn in perfidy
I've been waltzing down sunset boulevard
My

twenty-five,
And I loved
A wife so alive,
But now I believe I would settle
For one who can drive.

Doctor Fine: [Spoken]
The round blue ones with food, but not