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don't know how I'm feeling
You want me to love you, I'd rather be sleeping
Yeah, I'm a different monster every day on a Ben Ten-Thousand level
John Wicked

lows be the place I truly thrive
I look into my son's face and I see my eyes
The mirror used to show me eyes I couldn't recognize
I'm talking bout

Scene

Anyway.... i Wanna strum sum sexy chicks bean.

Yeah yeah You don't know me. nah- nah no-no-no- no way hose hey Jose yo son gay sorry to say

look near it
Make me wanna break off a chip
As big as the one that sits
Upon a golden throne
On my collarbone
Built by the comments
On my phone
Only

can tell man's blessed by lord huh
Real calm thoughts, then I step up the order
Right now you look so elegant
No ones catting that style
When I hit up

Yeah yeah You don't know me. nah- nah no-no-no- no way hose hey Jose yo son gay sorry to say woah bro I told you no you don't recognise the godly

we do it
Yo, straight from the Scronx and you know you shouldn't doubt me
Talking all discreetly, shady like a palm tree
Tell what your eyes see,

the, fuck all the fuck all the cool kids

Girls never really gave me two fokken looks, I never really looked like those ous in the books
More Horatio

if we're the ones upon whom He would work immediately
We just don't know

Look at John five again, now the East at Jerusalem verse two
By the sheep

Sanctify the truth, to renew me everyday
I apply your Holy Word
Is to follow all your ways
Imma hear and a do, I enlighten all
Your laws
Hey,

in June
Baguettes and Moëts got me spoiled too soon
Fuck, I'm splurging in the 'Burban
I'm hitting urban, I hit the curb and
I'm fucking hoes by

They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I

like baton
Look at how all this shit coming along
Shot to the top like I pulled out da bong
Now I'm bathing in ape niggas calling me kong
Set the ping

and a killer make you look like thriller
Quick to bust off the strilla and the cops know I'm a dealer
If I talk to pigs they work for me future King of N Y C
I'm

of a real one
Hey
Get in my mode
Rappers meeting the dirt
My bitch so bad
She the hottest on Earth
What's your car note
I spend that on a shirt
Me My Lil Bro

should cuss more
This world tried to sell me lies but now I need a refund
My life is so unique it could never be redone
I look up to my role models now I'm

the goddamn streets
Cause that's the only way we gonna stop these pigs
We ain't gonna stop them by prayin'
We ain't gonna stop them by beggin'
And we ain't

smacked by me and your momma
I’m blowing this up like Osama, feel like a volcano I’m spittin this lava
I’m driving a Honda, I’m pouring some Vodka
My girl

'you know a wise man once said, never judge a book by its cover, always read the whole thing in the bloody book shop and then decide if you wish

waiting for? I blaze them all I'm past hot
Fuck you, fuck your team, fuck your mascot
Trash talk talk trash walk past but don't look
I can tell by the vibes

waves
Ocean eyes from grandma she's like
Eighty seven
I'm drilling the beat, we drilling the bitches
Look to the side, I'm dancing on top of the vent

When Pap talkin', stop talkin'
I was in the box with Bob Barker
I will backslap a nigga mama
Pussy niggas prayin' to see me under
Glock look like OKC

all my players old, I was gettin' chose
Hoes look the fuck all in the dark when she suck my dick up at the car park
Now she amazed by the way I top up

AWKWARDLY
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS IT'S WEIRD YOU STILL SEE SOMETHING IN ME

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY I LOVE YOU
ALL THAT I KNOW IS DO THE DISHES WHEN I GET HOME