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trap out till it's a hundred down on my wrist
On my wrist
She wanna ride
She wanna go
Life by the horns
Bitch I'm a goat
Acting a clown
Nigga you float

like gnats
Every dime is on my mind like I need all my tax
Okay fine I broke her spine now I can't call her back
Nah, you lost your mind I need all my

real self, except in my own room
I used to write for them, until my friend said write for you 
And my mind is turning sane and now i don't know what

need a pack
Homie, quit playin'
I send up toots, you stay in lane adjacent
You want me to hop out
The whip I'll leave you on the pavement
Banged on by

blunt
Roll it till it's stuffed
I'm with the scenery if it can speak to my soul and give me what I need
She wanna tell me her goals cause I opened with

the pavement
Is what happens when you made it
To a form with no containment
Pineal gland is not misplacing
Fix your shoes and tie your laces
Life's about

curing all my insecurities, But now that you're gone I'm in need of emergency

Services looking for purpose and I just can't seem to Find anything,

ain't got patience
I disdain limitations
Time with you is vacations
But these bills get paid by this Cadence
I need new inspirations
Time for flows

a
Reminder that I need you again

Jesus, hold me in Your arms like a child
Cause You it's been a minute
Since Your baby smiled
Lift me out of this hole that

bro

So what's with the expectations
Tell me what a man can do
Every day I'm feelin' god watching over me
So why I need judgment from you?
I'm so blind

from the door of sin
Spewing forth, my body starts to rock
I can't see through my tainted vision
I'm only fulfilling this hell sent mission
By sitting,

a need for subliminal skeet
Wilfully making the flow of it bend
As this verse is reaching its solemnly end
I must apologise, to alla you guys
These bars

a need for subliminal skeet
Wilfully making the flow of it bend
As this verse is reaching its solemnly end
I must apologise, to alla you guys
These bars

it's just me and her cos we don't need the rest 

You don't know me I'm the black-skinned shinobi 
Extrapolating fragments of everything that's holy 
Cos

whenever I am around

Is the flat in the coffin, I'm giving you major sound
Fucking bitches by the dozen, smoking loud by the pound
And I know that shit

Kirby bitch I'm in a dream
When I pour up the lean
Fuck do you mean
Rolling the weed while she stroking my meat
Down on her knees yeah she know what I

found my serenity
I'm wit God like he got the remedy
I need peace I pray for my enemies
You know we gon' get it by any means
I got the gang wit me you

Easy Day

Bananafishbones

Live & Unplugged

1999

milk

But the clothes they wear
Look rather cool to me
I wear the same
What am I doing here?

"Excuse me, Sir, can you help me out?
I wanna bake

Go Ham for the green
Im grinding, the album $9.99
Reprised Im back to selling dimes
I never thought I say it again 
You know its B-l-a-c-k on da end I

show our gratitude by doing something for them.
Did you notice that they were no clothes?
With not a thing to cover them, they must by very cold.
I'll

Whatever I carry I bang for sure and I don't hate cops I hate the law
Yeah two facts that you need to know you're gon live a life and then die a death
What

for Casablanca
Different men dey stop by dey bang her
She need money for school,she wan be banker

I dey give you green light
Make you carry body come

Tell myself amount to anything
You want to be
Don't you fake it just to make it
And forget to make it
Now, that's what you call a wanna be
And now, I'm

the window
I swear there's no telling what I'm going to do
My gas be so stink it smell like doo doo
You know I'll be high I float through the roof
You know I