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Let's talk, aankhein meri band thee
I'm sensing trees they're sensitive
I'm back to back
aya with the urge to speak
Mere verse lean so I gotta preach

You know I love the sounds of the instrumental
When it all aligns, it's not coincidental
Feels good to be alive, my nigga tamo bueno
Shining like

me
Yeah yeah
She by feeling my style like yeah yeah
See ting be hot like pepper
She be feeling me feeling me yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
She by feeling my

sweater
Denim or Patek ever black-owned
I spend it better than most
A lion don't leave the jungle by choice
And when it was time to speak up, you was

above.
 

That melody I heard that night
In a far away hospital beyond the sight.
It reminded me of you my love
In the back far of my heart and mind.

You

A place where you spend your days alive
Just scraping by
And terrified
Of the days that come across you wish to die
Where satisfied days do not apply
Do not

heart
Then I leave my mark
On everything, like a pissy puppy
But you can't help to love me
I want my money unhealthy
I need my pockets chubby
Need

A place where you spend your days alive
Just scraping by
And terrified
Of the days that come across you wish to die
Where satisfied days do not apply
Do not

trippin'
Even when my shoes are tied
You got me lifted boy and I ain't even high
Slurring my words man why can't I speak
I took a shot of you now I can't

all my love and care
Make a vow to be your ride or die
Rich or poor I will be by your side
Speak the truth, I will never tell you lies
Only you are

to ethanol
But the feeling be like hit and run 
It don't last at all, so you mean so much
Cause I was taught by your love (the power of melody)
I was down

screaming
encore!
But hey
At the end of the day
I'll love you all the same
So you better love me back!
Else I'll stab you in the back
How the fuck do-i end

Blind Love

Emanon

Anon and On

op in his stomach
when it's time to speak
and even say a word and nothing like feel weak
and the beating at the game of love was so a loser
when you

died
Saw the other side, brought her back to life
Now I speak with an angle, OG della reese been touched by an angel
Can't teach what I ain't gone keep I

seeming how I tell but I know she loves me well
She wouldn't tell me what she tells
So guess what I love her as well

Pragmatic
I'm pragmatically dreaming

getting niggas
Sho nuff Show ya right I'm showing up
Too many dreams resting on my shoulder bruh
No love nigga everybody cold cut
I remember had hopes for

give you all the above
ride til we die fo life and i,
know you by my side when i need a guide
cuhz you're always there with me and
you always cared for

close
Make your enemies your soldiers cause they'll do the most
I don't understand you niggas unless you speak in G.O.c.T
From now it's Mr. 516 they love

and acquisitions
immaculate conception, assumptions about her motivations

Astrologer, core feminine nature, used cash as an information blocker
You can catch me in

look up you see strange clouds BOB 
Littery 

Branding me cleverly
Chance are you grabbing it ? 
Dopeness is an athlete It runs in the family 

Dem no

to extortion
I know my mother wish she
Got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she
Did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to
Stop my fuckin'

Just Do It
Just Do It
Just Do It
Yeah Just Do It
Just Do It
Just Do It
Just Do It
Yeah Just Do It
Just Do It
Just Do It
Just Do It

Bow, Wow
Look at me

frosty when I stack 'em line by line
This my time, so check the clock, from 9 - 5 I let it knock
Let 'em talk, cuz men of action make things happen round

Black, bitter milk we drink in toast to the dawn
In huddled silence as a long night falls
We write of love upon the bodies of our dead
Swallow pride