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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, I'm on, mm
Yeah, yeah

Give me something to relax, babe
My thrill gone, and my girl gone
Token ain't fit, just a bent bridge

whats gon' come next
So I gotta take it to ten
You know where I've been
I've been cooking up the best
Got a hole in my chest
That I open to the world when

away
Give the world a album every month like issa birthday
No wait issa knife 
Imma cut me a slice
Have my cake and eat it too who is that slee that's I

Not even a symphony knows
Bet I'd be set if I settled by yelling out something
Like pimping these
But I'm not giving my soul
Just focus until it all

man?
I said hey what's up, man
Aw, he must didn't hear me I know
Nah, nah I'm just sayin'
Man I got my, my album, man
I really would appreciate
That if

convenient were lost or replaced
False heroes, I snap my fingers and Thanos erase 
King Pharaoh of lost world, and lost cause, 
Preaching to lost cause,

I got passion and soul
When the album sells I get wild as hell
And im  by myself there's no signing deals
And I'm kind as hell but no fine to sell

another mountain that I'm gonna climb
And yeah, the world is telling me I'm entering my prime
But they don't know that I don't work the way that I'm

confusin', I'm losin' my brain in this music
Who the fuck is stupid enough to produce a track by a rapper with no talent
Who has no room for improvement
It's

downstairs in my mama's rec room
Bass bangin, breakin all the dishes in the next room
Spittin flames to let the world know my name
Till my neighbors complained

mama's rec room
Bass bangin, breakin all the dishes in the next room
Spittin flames to let the world know my name
Till my neighbors complained and kicked

to try lean
And think a squirt of visine will save them when their eyes bleed
Shit flows, fake rap
You really want to play that 8 track album from a rapist

This world's waiting on my Rolly
Hell yeah, you tell Satan that
I pray to the Lord, pray to the most high
Penny for my thoughts
You'll get a monkey for

in mourning
And I ain't even realize
Real lies
To just about everyone, I'm living in my own world
The only thing in me that's still real? Eyes
Pretend

my hands on the make and heal it release power
Make the whole world feel it
Tie ya style up and kill it I'm like turpentine
When I spill it flip

and keeping finances straight
Maybe I'm not the one to date
Miss who I was, he not the same
I watched you play with my intelligence
Never judge a book by its

diamonds killed my ancestors
I drop jewels and hope it manifests
Then I hear these fuck boys talking ‘bout who’s better dressed
Why your favorite rapper

side nigga cop me a Range
And put it up for my bitch, she got the best brain
Pull up by myself, Miss Pearly don't need no army, bitch (yeah)
I ain't

whole life I was picked on
Full of rage man I was pissed off
Surprised when they found out I hit hard
I sit by myself then I drift off
To another world

Day in America

Sun Kil Moon

I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

2019

home
Since one o'clock in the morning
I've been waking up every hour or so, looking at the CNN TV glow
Came home, opened my email
My friend Kevin

owners I just mentioned. Ceasar later married a slave girl by the name of Peggy Jones. My great, great, etc. grandmother. To this union, the following

and 3rd out
Looking at my album like the word count
Tryna figure how much more of me you niggas need
Y’all ain’t listening, but I’m a hold the energy

Past or present day
Check my resume still climbing
So get out my way
Living with scars
Baptized by fire
My kredentials left tears
For my Angel I admire

a pot of gold
Kevin Jeffrey rapping, finally he back in album mode
I don't have it figured out, sometimes I still do let you down
Still you got my back