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enough
That I don't think y'all keeping up
With everything you'll call it luck but

I've seen a lot of crazy things
Had a lot of crazy dreams
All it taught

when I'm sad it's all part of the plan
Toilet bowl to emptying my bowels when I spit by
Too much tar inhaled from cigarette dyes
I'm furious lugubrious

When the hype slowed down
After the first single buzz
Hadta' still get by
So I hadta' hit the club
Hadta' still get paid
Wasn't gonna' be a scrub

that I've seen
I'm juss tryna aid you to the world thats clean
Not mean
Glory like the Green
Sharkx Real talk
If Life knocks you down get back up

and hold your hands still
It's hard to still see you as a man still
Just a man still stagnate get up on your feet
Day by day hasn't worked but a plan will...

biscuit yo shorty let's kick it
Uh
And reach that 1000 pound bend
Faced to resort and play amends
Fight back lighting up another one
Are we still friends?

Sweep you off your feet and start a family
And be all the things growing up i didn't see
There's hope, and you got me daydreaming
You walked into my life

plans
I am made of ants, not of ands
Somewhere a girl withstands
I am followed by I'll be damneds

So let your eyes go and rest
I never knew what was best

I kept saying
Never again
Now I'm back here wondering
What do you want from me
And what do I want from you
Just what am I trying to do
Would I be

will it be my time
Stressing hard not enough seconds in my time line
On the run mad shit to get done
By the time I catch my breath already half past one

Nobody sees the tears I shed
I’ve been hanging by a thread
But you’ll never see me dead
Got my plans to make my bread
I’m staying on the path I tread
Who’s

can't judge until you look in the mirror
We all got flaws I see 'em a little clearer
Surrounded by shit that they covered up with glitter
Feeling like

still wanna be by your side, and find a sanctuary to hide
Our own little place, where we'd plan special dates
Until the apocalypse subsides

If it's our

to the clout
They fall and leave, we raking em out
Pack in mail, new weight by the pound 
Watch yo moves, we'll stay in the house
Watch yo language, these ladies

and put my rap together
I was 25 with plans to stay alive
Knowing I'd be laid outside put a strain on my mind
Really hard to define
Put it all in a rhyme

doing Michael Jackson before I could talk
I was chosen by the Lord like Noah with Ark's
I ain't sitting at the back I did it Ms. Parks
Clifford I'm a big

their pockets and further the satanic plan
Viruses used as smokescreens to begin a new world order
Where every person's freedom is slowly eroded away

livin' through the pain that's a part of life
I Told my momma don't you worry ill be back in no time
And if I gotta shine they can never block mine
Told

And he bought up my land
Told me: sit by and watch while he turned it to sand.

Was there ever a plan?
I'da guessed they're just holding on for as long

to put em all in daycare
She say she in love, but I just don't know what to say
I can't lie I feel like I'm getting right back to my old ways
I can't lie I

close encounters so I know, that's, true
I was biking back home in the middle of the night
Almost got laid down by a car with no lights
I done blacked out

or death
I guess whichever come first
But if you look back you could tell by the words
Man I hope took that and read it like it was yours
To whom it concern

Checking my phone
Looking for your name
Heart is beating through my chest
Coming up with something to say
I see you in my future
I want to be your

you always had my back even when i let you down
Standin' by my side, you would never lemme drown
So I got you til I die, all ten toes are on the ground