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the pant seams
I got cash in my palm I call it hand cream
And I just want the paper
My momma trying to go to Rome and I just wanna take her
I'm tryin'

a nightmare in disguise
I've tried so hard to stay away
But somehow I end up returning
'Cause I'm so uncertain

You've always been there by my side
Sometimes I

Chillin' in the spot in my B-Boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like
Bruce Lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock
For Leonard Nimoy fans
So

a place called Strong Island
I have a rep to protect, epitomes I dissect
I was born in Brookyn, New York, but now Long I's in effect
(That's word to herb)

feel it sometimes, butterflies in my stomach
But it kill me sometimes she said why you gotta be frontin
She said she from the islands, born and bred in

Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by they self
Even when I was little, nothing went my way
I got beat up and chased home from school every day

play
Until I touch her 'til she cream
Cash rules the shortie
She's something out a dream
Half J-Lo half Jessica Biel, she in between
Got that island girl

baby
Look in my eyes
Don’t be surprised
I had to go dumb to even the odds
I had to go numb to feel all this pride
The irony right
Just stay by my side

In the dead of night in she wandered
Acting like we strangers it's so awkward
Had to turn the pages didn't want to
On an island not a place to run

and cocky
She better make sure don't fall in love on a island, turnt, they told me Kaz Crossley
All the times I fucked up the re, took me a half a BM,

and Ely
I need you here with me
Cause I'm lonely in Long Island City

Long Island City, oh L.I.C.
Where the yellow cabs come home to sleep
One stop from

man like Teejay don't take diss
You under
Stand
Gyal them come in three's
Take off them under
Pants
And the man them roll with the chop chop
Hotter than

reached out my hand none believed in us
How u gonna talk sense? nigga i had enough
Just walk on my shoes nigga see if you tough
Hold on,
I got the drop

Called you last night wasted
Woke up in your room
Someone send me to a lonely island
When there's no way to have another last time, yeah
Get me isolated

an island
Estranged by your laws, let your soul wisen
Grey, you become - laid in your grave 
Decomposed like scum, wishing you were brave
Fuck that, pause,

this
But know I ain't scared I be ready whenever
Pull of the lot I ain't got no tags, pardon my drip baby I'm in my bag
J's on my feet watch the way that

a look
Walked up in this bitch
By my lonely is you
Really blind
Im in the booth solo
Smoking on my thoughts
I been got the memo
Fuck a damn thot
Im balling

I feel sick and tired
That's just how i'm wired
I must be a liar
How my pants be fucking fire
I feel sick and tired
Lately uninspired
Baby you my

I'm too clean for these niggas I roll G's in these swishers
Whole damn zips no lie I rock J's with Levi's
Rollin weed, brushin my hair Bumpin my new

sittin' in my pants
And my jewlry is underneath those lamps
I'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
Once again I'm in the bed by myself
All alone in

These terrorists is back, gun cocked, wit their jury swingin'
Collabo on, we get laced in the Avalon
Runnin' the Dutch, my marathon, done carried on
These

Yeah
Smoking on gas big leaf
My niggas got dreads like he is chief keef yeah
Rocking these j's 23
They be like who is nukem yeah that's me
Ion wan

dapping no hand, sanitize
We gon' slide on your man, landslide
It's a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon' try to recant, you can't now
I can step

the Campari I'll no longer be a
Bon parti, whoops sorry
In a dark Ford, a taxi I can't afford
Getting smacked by the Wind and my Black thoughts, I got Jack