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people put you on a pedestal
Keep a solid bitch with me, if I pop off it's on
I get my own money, fuck a nigga I'm on what I'm on
Run it up with my bitches

Ight then
Dedicated to this rappin shit
They say I'm finna blow
I'm in da O
But if that flip ring
You know I gotta go
Hit the spot bag it up
Buddy callin

Mythistory

Sabbat

Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)

1989

that is wyrd."

Drowning in the waves which carry me
'cross oceans of tranquility,
Lulled by the eddies of my mind -
Washed up like flotsam

face
(One more time yeah, one more time yeah)
Bitch get the fuck out my face
Everything was cool then you fucked it up
Shoulda never made a move, I never

laying in the bed
I know you wonder why
I can put you to sleep
Somethin like a lullaby
Let me lick you up
And let me lick you down
Baby turn you round
Ma

Ha ha ha ha ha
Y'all say
"WE On cRiP ShIt"
Ha ha ha ha ha
Y'all got me FUCKED UP

Finna roll one 
Smoke it
Throw it
Rep three lines, Addis, you sit

not hitting right

Need to let it go cuz sometimes you just never know
Mood swings got me feeling im no different than an animal
I'm poisoned by your

weed to ease my mind
Got me feeling like I Should just give it up
Got me feeling like my good ain't good enough
Aye with these struggles I built muscle,

the timing
The foulest thing I did was steal a
Tech when they left it by me
Shouldn’t have kept it by me he
Shouldn't have next to try me
But not to worry I

It’s time to teach you niggas about this rap shit
Filling caskets like a morticianer’s practice
Fuck your local celebrity status
My city filled up

Crushing my meds taking a straw then give it a sniff
Then I open up to more drugs
Man gimme the spliff

Take a puff and then I kick back
Relax and enjoy

spit waste
It's not my fault
I hate this place

I love chaos beats 
Torture trap 
And your deceit 
I'm feeling sick
I'm feeling weak
Your lies consume
My

Situation washed over me
But it was just trickling
She say she breaking up with me
I lose my temperament
And break the composure
That was keeping my temper in

I been working on my style, no guru
I will hurt you, no voodoo
I'm sick of my life cause I'm feeling like it's making me coo coo
I'm from 216 where

Woah
Yeahh
Woahh
Yeahh hey
You don't need to fly up to space
To see starlight
Hold just hold tight
(You don't need)
You just need to stand in your

always enemies family be fake
Play by any means got me feeling like gates bitch
I come from the bottom i'm talking bout the shake
Give her dick but that's

to subtraction
They used to vision, they mastered the craft of it
Listen, see through the illusions
And all the amusements
They divide humans up causing

Yeah, time to show some appreciation to Don Jazzy for this one,
I go by the name of Milkshayke,
I should have done this for the 2k but it came rather

inherits light
I wanna take a chance roll a pair of dice
And if i roll doubles that be very nice
But i'm real plagued by this wary mind
And feeling real

up pound and flip it, make some change then go and spend it
The type of life I live with means I'm kinda hard to deal with
So if you feel just how I

you to be by my side my love, I swear we'll turn out fine
You're really one of a kind my love, You really can only be mine
It only takes one step

can say now
Why you always run late
I'm just tryna be great now
Take it all to the face
Take what's up on my plate now
Know I'm gon be great
Said I know

Wake up everyday
Feeling like no-one fucking loves me

Fake friends
Drinking casamigos on the weekends
But no-one i can hit up if i need them
They're all

to find a Bri this crisp?
Do you eye another Bri like crisp?
Like a young child on the slide
Feeling so high we take flight

High up on a cloud rhyming with