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doing
All over again
Oh, it's a beautiful thing
Don't think I can keep it all in
I've just gotta let you know
What it is that won't let me go
It's your

these rappers talkin’ bout these mere commas
I’m over here wit’ mind blown
Bushel burning wit’ a pure scent of that homegrown that’ll put you in another

pay
We tryna ball
Yea
Sell shit by the dime push shit by the zip
I put my foot down on the first
All we knowing is flip
I stack my bread up for

bitch once again today
Fucked yo bitch once again today
Said I'm a bitch boy you must like to play
Boy you must like to play
Run up on me wrong we gon'

don´t know what to do
It´s over there I go – to sit – and watch that old avocado tree

Birds flutter around making jubilant sounds
While that avocado tree

Why the fuck
The devil out here
Tryna stress
Tryna make me
Ill and outta place
Don't you know
I be flexing
Divinity, don't roll like
All the rats in

stop fronting I know this ya song
Twerk to this 
Twerk to this
Let me see you make it do what it do
We going back to my crib and have our own little

looked people were crying
The screens were on but I was alone
Had to picture you touching me softly
Out on the street everyone was masked up
Couldn’t tell

really will give u the smack down we'll bust a nigga in the jaw
And some of y'all niggas be fake claimin y'all still abide by the law
But I stay by myself

Dropped to the mainland by a drunken sailor
The salty mans withered hand hands us out a favour
It's one way from here he laughs follow the sea

Yeah
I guess that's what you get right?
Got a lot of friends with twisted mouths, they don't look right
Looking in the mirror probably seen bigger
That

how we need a hand from them

I apologize
Been a hundred nights
Chasing a thousand lights
Trying to make it out this life
I sacrifice
So you don't have

Why the fuck
The devil out here
Tryna stress
Tryna make me
Ill and outta place
Don't you know
I be flexing
Divinity, don't roll like
All the rats in

"You think she's still alive?" Jack said, "Open it yourself"

The zipper caught a couple times, I had to pull it hard
The duffel split open and three

the numbers
And I ain't leaving no crumbs so you know when I'm done with it
I'm a new school vibe with a old soul
Oh so great, stay paid by the boat load
Don't

the numbers
And I ain't leaving no crumbs so you know when I'm done with it
I'm a new school vibe with a old soul
Oh so great, stay paid by the boat load
Don't

of fictions, chosen to be free
No premonitions, pictures of the omens I strained to see
Troubled over whether a rhetorician paints or bleeds
Disorderly, weak, I

Lord please forgive me
For takin' your name in vain
I must have lost it for a minute watchin' what you hand-made
She's a picture of pure perfection

was walking up high on the bluff
followed by a saint bernard
she said she couldn't see me when i cried out
but she didn't seem to try that hard
oh kind

down bad if you like to judge a book by its cover
I'm tryna read your mind, feel your vibe 'cause that's what I'm into
Most importantly girl I'm into you

And you deserve to get eaten by birds
And burned, coz you're a jerk
And I'll pour this Kirk all over your merch

Okay, we all know I'll write what I want

on the line
I been pushing ever rhyme and for you to say the same boy you been a lie
Trying to find the pieces to the puzzle
Working over time cause I need it

I'm up late, tryna wrestle with this writer's block
Frustrated, crossin' over every other line I jot
Perfectionism such a lethal weapon, double-sided

I will defy God by bursting your head
I will unhinge my jaw to eat your genitals
I am forever fuck this putriscence
Festering wound of humanity