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Booba Radio
This is not a love song

Op thot bitches knowing what's up
You with the jump then your shit must be drunk
Smokin that sha , that bitch

the time
unlike mister inaudible has to speak it in a rhyme
All I could do is stare past by
Just play my cards I never claimed to be a player
I'm

you feelin' like you never belong,
With confidence that you could never ever be wrong,
Hope you see the picture I'm paintin' with all of these songs

I

a Public Service Announcement
Same song we've been singin', same bell we've been ringin'
Why do I get the impression that the pendulum's swingin'
Even out

resorts
Too exhausted from sadness to have the clever retorts
It used to be who got better songs not better reports
Of course

Deuce Deuce Bigalow
Them

Time's ticking loud in an empty room
Echoes of laughter that faded too soon
Pictures in frames that still look new
Colors of our past, now

hearts pride
And for 9 months never gave mommy a hard time
You're the cutest baby
You make me feel like I've been driving in a new Mercedes
I've been so

Sitting here, a coffee in my hand
Across the street from where we used to stand
A new face by your side in our old spot
Laughing in a way that I

only in deep sleep & experiences through his visions
Landscapes escaping sanctions accentuated by sanctuaries
Sacred interactions with passion
Zen,

and go to jail
Getting buttfucked by big fat future rappers
Who get their talent from other guy's assholes
And when he gets out of jail he'll have
"Heil

the image so I could picture me
Never talk a lot, just say what needs the verbiage
Press play on the song and you can hear the sermon
It's more than just

the road
I Didn't know how to say this, so I wrote you a song

I can't deny you took away my pride
To show me your skills
You only needed one night
I can't

gotta hype the track
And what I mean by me fighting on, my life is gone
I tried to right my wrongs, now I gotta write this song
I tried to relapse but

where you live
Spinnin through that hood tryna hit a nigga wig
Fuck it do em like boul who got lined by a bitch
Y'all ain't know that niggas die just for

No Service

Futuristic

As Seen on the Internet

2016

the other
But everything I ask you, you're a slave to your socials
Make sure you take a picture with me bitch 'cause I'm poppin'
Post it up proper
All

Try

Bebo Norman

Try

2004

on my face 
And my first guitar by the bed 
With circles of dust clinging to wood 
It drew the first song from my head 
Singin' if I was gone, I'd be

I Reminice

Mr. Sancho

The True Player

a bunch of no maze?
But in the end of my days thinking of ways
I'd rather get by or leave myself a place so I must get high
Why is it so many questions

nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives!

Just hear those sleigh bells

the high
Pull her closer then I roll another one
Cannot function 'less I have you by my side
I gave em mayo
Told them that shit was gon pay off
They tryna

on the evening news
it's just another brutha shot
on either stretched doin time

Hookline
Time is tickin' away
you've gotta - live your life
day by day
happy

song
Of heartbreak and of mistaken lovers I've seen kissing tight

So why don't you say it
I need to hear it
I need to hear the words that won't shy away

way no way)

Out in Old Town with all new faces
House in the hills paid for in blue faces 
It's all picture perfect if you take it
Depends on who takes

every thing that I say with a grain of salt bae
I can hear your angry just by in the way you talk
Wait
Try to get me for crazy but that is you part
Ain't