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raining 可能老天爷sad
Today is raining, maybe God is sad

但有我在你旁边 这一切都不算bad
But with me by your side, nothing’s bad

I know I'm not ready

But baby you so pretty

in the past but now I'm back to say hello
Middle fingers to my haters shit by now I got zero
It's all love
Anybody showing love to indie though

All my

girl maybe I'm blessed
All the conversations
Dirty talks on occasion
Know that one day she wishes that I was taken by her
Cause love is what she feels

were mine
Even when you're not with me, girl you stay on my mind
I'd never thought I'd feel this way, never again
But now all I want is you to be more

of singing the same old song
You praying to God, but he taking way too long
I guess your faith ain’t strong
We take a knee, they take a knee but in a different

will love you, you will never be replaced 

the emptiness inside me, living this unhappiness

tell me how can i move on, it's like i'm living a sad song

to fell ye; One kiss o' the axe and you're freed frae the racks o' the sad bloody tales that we tell ye. But a wee bird flew out from your branches and sang

Another "F" again I fret
Another cocky hypocrite
And another dirty look from a passer by
Kiddy porn and lunatics and all the things that make me sick

all from above or below
What do you know, follow her lead and have some more fun
Even though none of it turned out so good
She trying drugs, but I

all my songs, I can hear em recite
How they keep going back to one feel like Brian McKnight
Flow is undeniable, feel like Brian McKnight
Coach E really

to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do

changed
And prove to the world in all of the ways
That I'm different
Would it make a difference?
I started writing songs because I saw some videos on MTV

more. Until the gun shots ring outside they house and then they sang sad songs, Kenny Latimore. Gotta stand straight like latitudes. Just another nigga

Up on the Hill
There's an old cul-de-sac
Where I finally learned how to pray
Surrounded by all
Of the brothers and sisters
That I made while

You doin' me dirty
I heard around town that you got a new man
And you talk to him 24/7, so that's why you
Don't pay me no attention no more
I heard

This album is dedicated to all the times i thought i’d never amount to nothin
All the times i lied and said i wasnt sufferin
Fuck the cops, fuck

are
The one that said we'll be friends
So what's all this shit you say
It's sad that we don't talk
When I'm the one that started all the shit
Every

breaking promises
And then get mad when I do it
I'm Tired of all the hate
I'm Tired of not feeling great
I'm Tired of feeling suicidal, and idle
I'm Tired

ends
Bible scriptures in our songs, we never say amen

We ain't seventeen but we still runnin' shit
I'm middle class but I still hit a lick
And swear she

the profit by pushing product and ducking potholes
No more plotting, time to execute and shift the throttle
If we knotted when I'm destitute and belly hollow
I

loads thanks to payloads
No joke, I'll leave your bank broke
Lay low, because I'm on a roll
Get it? Fire in the hole!
You look sad like a bomb that got

miss
But we need it, give the Sage a little May night kiss

It's more than you can picture, worse than you could fear
I remember several years I never

'm on a stancin' ting, forever more I shall be the skankin' king

So if you wanna come hotel, don't waste time,
Only get one chance, don't get nine,
like cartel said

on the phone
If you push the love out life then you might
Die, by your pride all alone

I remember back when I stunted on
People picking fights for me why
I