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ugh , bet the beat kick like bruce lee ugh , lyrics give u a vision like movies ugh , should I ever stop it I can not huh , red light , yellow light  ,

want this bitch, I hit her
So I toss that chrome Heart big B's, bitch
You know I had to sauce that

I ain't make it to the league, but Miles did
So I'm

Under the Sun

Chris Janson

Buy Me a Boat

2015

already somethin' that was
Sometimes it's just nice to know
We can pack up our lives and go where there's

Nothin' new under the sun
Time's just the time

let's really run it up brodie
Jus now we getting money
People ask how I get that it's all from the work
I got that shit out the dirt, Designer dripping

dreams I'll be whoever I want
In my dreams oh I can put up a front

You are amused by the way that I talk
Slow and cold, laidback like a Lord
You are

I carry tools in a duffel bag
Hundred stacks made my pants sag
Unload on your mind then skirt in the ride
Nobody can find, that's by design
Tea bag

Spaulding but them blue strips
Yeah you do too much talking you got some loose lips
I can tell by how you walking you ain't gone do shit
I ain't worried bout

bitches gon look
Flashy classy
For the money we dash
Fuck, pass
How we did it outlast 'em

Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex
And I pull up on that lil nigga,

And you're stuck in your mind I, can tell that you're lost by
The way your eyes grow colder every day
And how do we make sense of it all

It's such a shame

Forget About the World

Gabrielle

Dreams: The Best of Gabrielle

2016

And they told stories
Stories that shouldn't be told

It was you against the world
But you chose to hold on to your girl
You gotta believe that she's

myself
I'm hanging from the bar that people made
I wasn't anyone's choice
I was born by myself
So you can't blend in me
You can't be friends with me

up a big safe 
Need a patek wit a big face 
I dropped it all for the big break 
My pockets full of them Ben franks pause smoke by a big lake 
To be

our days as reptilian slaves
Isn't that all messed up
How can it be we're genetically conceived
Isn't that all messed up
Isn't that all fucked up

How

How much I charge for a beat I'm taxin for a feat
You can judge me all you want but you cant see what's underneath
Yup fuck a casket burn me spread my

Papa was a good man
He taught my mother to stand tall and hold up her head
Kill 'em with kindness he said
But how can I be kind
When they look us in

honey
Money is my bitch
My money, money, money, yeah that bitch treat me like a trick
Oh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be rich

I'm not so intent to make this second last
I'll be first to say get on with it
So you look at me, can you tell me what you see?
Do you really think that

somebody else

Don't tell me
That's how you thought he would be
Cause he's nothing like me, like me

Now, I see you with somebody else
And I wish you all

clouded by a storm
I'm clouded by emotions
But sadly thats the motions

That's how it go
That's just the way that it go
So breathe in, Let it out
Let it be

I'ma purchase you with my heart, no tip drills
You can have whatever you like, how tip feels

And I ain't talking toys, we be riding on big wheels
Cruise

Father of a Boy Named Sue

Shel Silverstein

Songs & Stories

1978

sure felt good to be fancy free
Though I knew it wasn't quite the fatherly thing to do
But that kid kept screaming and throwing up
And pissing his

She holds me so near
That I, I can hear myself breathing
She holds me so dear
That I see no point in leaving
Oh but I try to be a better man
Leaving

can feel your rib cage
Touch it so you're like fuck
I got to live today
You niggas fucking with them hoes
I'm fucking with them Benjis
I be cutting up

niggaz up like Bruce Lee
Or better yet like Cliff Booth in that Tarantino movie
My heart wicked, the dark is like an addiction
But my niggaz stay committed