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Feel warm, feel safe in your embrace
And wake up with you by

Look up, now I can't even see your face
One day, grow old, have our own place
Fly away,

of my friends in the dump
I'm trynna make somethin' to bump
I'm trynna make somethin' I heard in my dreams
Cause I hate when I wake up and shlump
This

That's when I was grinding out of my mind man I got no sleep
On a team all by myself nobody coached me
Man I swear I lived off 40 ounces and Wawa Hoagies

don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella

don't gotta spend on this Henny to come and pour with us
The theme to the chorus, as sweet as how you thought it
Following Jeeps that's followed by D's

more for Memory
Cause when she's here with me it is guaranteed
We'll get fucked up, riled up, and it's too much
My skins nearly bursting, my whole world

one day someone just comes to free me from the bend
I can't find a single reason to allow myself some credit
I just wake up and I do this, I am only

cause you can't even come up with a metaphor
Creativity needed it's a part that you lack
Anxiety and you sweating getting a bit of unconscious
Yeah call

and I'm doing to
Much

I got big plans I got bigger habits
You think you're fly
But you're still a maggot

Wake up then It's back work
I work back to back

acting boring 
I had to wake them up they was snoring 
Don't hit me up when we start touring 
They hated then they smiled in my face 
Turned they back once

feeling alone
So I stay on my path that I know
Everyday I wake up man I always the feel the same
Everybody really lying when they saying they ok
Cuz they

NSGM unh
I ain't perfect by a long shot ball bounce back whenever I take a long shot
The projects just the new slave quarters
Massa come round

wanted to have tea and crumpets
I said put some music on, so she played my trumpet
It's kinda weird, she calls me Santa Baby
Gobbles up my turkey then

It Ain't Yo

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

God over pleasure, tell me where would I be
Shorties listen to this music, livin ghetto fantisies
And think they thuggin but really buggin
On the block

before you diss guys
(disguise)
It's really got me livid and you seem fickle
Somebody pushing up your bottom
You a cream cicle
You the type of dude I'd

Oh oh
Bud on the daily
Cuz lil hickey too wavy
Pass me the liqour, this year ain't so gravy
Leveling up, ain't no shit that could phase me
Stems

the day I saw potential, I began anew to discover that everything seemed reverse
So if by chance there's a time for me to retire and I'm being taken care

calm down saddle bags my music's flawless
She said you make me sick I said bitch you make me nauseas
I use drugs too much
That's what they say
Bet I

blessing me with the music
'Cause my pen is holy, so hallelujah!
Independent with the illest writtens
Since a young kid raised intermittent
I'm so driven by

You ever wake up in the morning
And wonder if this is it
Ever have a hole in your chest
But nothing seems to fit
Like you're not living your life

me take you back to the come-up
Mommy got ill, I was out here, One-up
Daddy showed tough love, didn't know I'm on stuff
But I was just licking bare

gold I got the Midas touch
I'm dope I ain't jokin' I'm tight as f*ck
Just get at me I'll come and wake the cypher up
Have the whole circle shocked like

somebody to hype me up
I turn tracks into gold I got the Midas touch 
I'm dope I ain't jokin' I'm tight as f*ck
Just get at me I'll come and wake the cypher

never gotta say
I look at that man in the mirror everyday

Wake up and get it Raven know I bring it home
And the car still running so you know ain waiting