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is falling down
Somewhere in between
The match and gasoline
Can't stop freaking out
The sky is falling down
Somewhere in between
The match and gasoline

I'm Back in
I just had dreams bout a back end
No answer to
The questions you asking
If a nigga want pressure
Then pass it
Match it (Match it)
Clips

Splashin

Rich the Kid

Splashin

mix-match)
When I fuck her, you can get your bitch back (get your bitch back)
What the hell she was thinking? I can't kiss that (why the hell)
Why she ask

One time for my niggas poured up yup
Match a line
Get screwed up like the neck on Frankenstein
Purple weed, purple drank, purple swag
Purple tag we

your mom went to hell
But you just pushed me and then started to yell
All I ever did was try to help you, but
You always made me feel like a girl in

(Trillo Beatz you did it again!)
(Ill Will made the beat bounce!)
Walk in the hotel, past the bellman and greeter (Drip)
Ain’t no expiration, if you

Dropped my jaw then I dropped my drawers
This match you couldnt predict the score
Thats whats, in store
Behind doors all night
Over night
Made a room messy

basically out fuckin' for nothin'
Your followers match your likes, but your likes don't match your dollars
No furniture in your apartment, but you fresh

Ay yeah
Woah woah
Woah woah woah
Ay yeah yeah
Devil been in the details
Ain't gon' match my speed
Ay yeah
Ay yeah oh
Yeah

Holding on the bag like

Woke up in a living hell, a world made up of my nightmares
There's no place to place the blame, traps I've laid for myself

The traps. I've laid. For

Yea-eh-eeyy
They never seen nobody like this
No similar match or a likeness
Get ya hands in the air with ya lighters
Two fingers up in the air if you

resemblance to my rhymes like the match was lit
Pour lean in all the Catholic wine glasses, last mass was lit
Class warfare, the bell's ringing now class

niggas in the building
Self made chasing millions
Ash'n blunts on civilians
She moving that turkey I'mma stuff it, like a pilgrim (like a what)

Roll me

Damn
I'm gonna lose it
I'm just venting in the music
Everything I find confusing
Like how did I end up the cliche teen with this so average life?

almost ruined my life
You almost ruined my life
You almost ruined my life
She got a hot ass snatch, you'll get burnt like a match
Hell naw, nope
You almost

Catching hell
Just trying to see
The brighter side of putrid
You kid, are gifted
But, that doesn't mean lifted
From the situation you're facing
In paradise,

made in heaven
My wedding dress
My jacket's made of denim
Miss Elizabeth
Miss Elizabeth
Miss Elizabeth
Oh Miss Elizabeth
The stars align
Our match was

I remember all the shit I did
Hell I'm still tryna take it back
I remember when my sister snitched
She wonder why I don't love her back
This

Onslaught 2

Slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse

2009

And for them wack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave, and go straight to hell 
When your soul

Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match.
Find me a find, catch me a catch.
Night after night, in the dark, I'm alone.
So, find me a match of my own.

[TSEITEL]

dimension
He’s veteran, betterin’ the craft past letterin’
Styling you the lessons In his battles malevolent
You try to direct, your insults he’ll dissect
His

You a real one, what you see is what you get yeah
Its your birthday and you don't know how to act yeah
Another trips around the sun we in the match
Sexy

at)
Why the hell a hundred-thousand in my backpack? (In my backpack)
Why these bitches think that we can come in contact? (Come in contact)
This is my

cheat and went ape shit
So why y’all testing my patience main
My excellence is contagious 
And you smell success in my fragrance
So go to hell inhaling in