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No Tears In Paradise
Music & Lyrics: Michael Palace and Rick Digorio (aka. Oscar Bromvall)

I'm so tired of working nine-to-five 
Let me take

boo
Ooooo ya knew
Brand new jacket
Hand made from Peru
If i want it I buy it
I'm sure Tania knew
Stopped lookin at prices and start making moves
Not

backend
I got this bad ass bitch blow her back in
Clap clap clap yeah that shit clapping
Walk into rick like damn they taxing
But I still grab it I got

fucked his whole life up, now that boy serving life
Only serving rich junkies, lil boy i ain't serving broke boys, better pay that price
Put that lil fuck

at them prices On my head
Scoped got em in my lens like I'm hype performing
Bring my gift to ya front door
Who house I'm warming
Without warning
I'm

is
Ima take the head she babysit my kids
This song definitely gon need a vid
New bitch and she nothing like you
New kicks Rick Owen for the shoes
New

the Rick
I was dead broke and I ain't have shit
First day of school with the same ole fit
Nigga came up now I'm fresh than a bitch
Put a price on his head

me some ricks, that shit was not cheap
I ride with your bitch, yeah she like my Z
My killers is sneaky, they find you they creep
They takin' your life,

a price on yo head then my brothers come and bust
Hollows lookin like a shooting star, better duck
Man I see you in my DMs and you always throwing shade
You

I been to Gallery twice
Shopping I ain't price the shirt
Go live your life if you fucking with mine
You might need Life Alert
Bag in Texas money tall

I'm Randy Moss'ing
Like Rick Ross ima get to bossing
Ain't clean not rinsed I'm still flossing
I'm chasing dreams can't nobody stop me
Came with some

I'm a baller
Just bought me a mansion in Guatemala

AP is shiny
Maybach is quick
Dior on my body
I'm standing in Ricks
I am out touring
With my clique

the price on his head is a thousand
You is not scary cuz you is not 'bout it

Yeah, I'm feelin' like Carti cuz I'm rockin Rick and I'm seein' a whole lotta

Rick (whoa)
You do not know what this is (whoa)
You do not know how it feels (no)
To wake up in them Hills
Appeals coming in the mail
And too many

Leather clothes everywhere
Now those guys are dancing and they think they look so fancy
And I'm talking with a strange guy
He says he's name is Rick and he

(Yeah)
Right (Hello?)

(Where did you go? Hello?)
Hello? (Hello?)

Rick and Raf on me, like I'm a homo
Beating bitches ass, like it's a dojo
Popping shit

paid the price I got my statements
I done seen it all I've been exposed like Rick & Morty
I done seen my world come to shambles like New Orleans

an e-thug you don't got blicks
Paris bitch and she do X
She using me for sex
What's the price? I aint check
Don't call me hoe I'm on a jet
BB shit and it by

my pockets
I feel like a boss
The skinny version
Rick Ross
Aye, cup dirty
I got codeine in my blood
I can rup thirty
Just keep running up my streams

Tell me what you want, tell me what you need cause baby me & you, we can rule everything
Don't worry about the price Baby, girl, you know you fine

Adeuxla smoking reefer, need some lean yeah
Pour me up
What's the price on that? I'm tryna cop some shit right now
Too much lean pouring up, I

off tomorrow, let's pour a four now,
Oh fuck it, pour a eight, I been duffling, Rick and Bobby, gotta shake and bake
Police got behind me, enjoy

on move on
There's no such thing as wasted time
Would you take a life to save a life
Don't be afraid to die or pay the price
I already chose
I chose
I chose

to blow yea I’m about to ISIS
Bless whole gang give a fuck what the price is
If you rockin' wit me guarantee that it’s a life bid
Love and loyalty is all I