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and swerving right out of the lane
I need to be chasing down dreams no matter what is in the way
Chasing down dreams no matter what is in the way

I don't know

She like, Cali
I'm like, what
Why you hittin' on my phone when it's past three
Yeah, I tell her we're both grown if you ask me

And niggas keep

spine
Mi ahead by far 2 thousand miles

Shebi u think sey all the way na shere shere
You dont even fuckin know the struggle man dey face
As humble now no

Won't Stop

Copywrite

Eastern Conference All-Stars, Vol. 3

2002

on everybody's mix tape
Now for your album you're left with shit you wrote in sixth grade
That's why I don't rhyme on mix tapes
I mix hate and science and spit

see we're all connected
We're all infected by this consciousness
Pathetic example of our evolution
Sometimes it makes me fucking sick
And I don't know

with a voice like mine
Failures like dominos stacked side by side
So when we fall we're gonna fall in line

Cause martyr, martyr
I know you put on your

Smoothed out truths like beef stew for fueling
Folk that don't know they human
Folk that poke a fake shoe in
Then toss 'em on a line
I seem to cross  'em all

make up some apology

I know you didn’t mean it
That’s not the way I should be treated
I shouldn’t have to convince myself I’m the one in your dreams

myself I'm the one in your dreams
Haunted by your past
I should've seen the red flags
Nothin' changes the fact that one plus one should never equal three

don’t think yall niggas stand a chance 
By the time y’all call ambulance, flat line 
You and god holding hands 
I turn niggas into sacrificial Lamb

goes
Riches only come my way
Handed to me by the way of the almighty
Yeah yeah
Riches only come for me
Trickling down the line of my ancestry yeah
I come

on a path of self recognition
If you can't see your own flaws
How do you expect to get out of positions
I know I'm digressive and it's hard to digest it
Feel

guess that's why I'm sitting here and writing this damn song
I thought we did it right thought that nothing could go wrong
But don't you worry baby I have

the lost-and-found

Why dont i know this?
I walked this street each day-
No, I'm not from here
Just waiting for my train

(Pass by train, Waldwick, Ridgewood)
(Fair

Heavyweight, you can tell just by a look
Uhhh
Fat and broke, though the ladies think I'm cute
Ya
Pack a tool
That'll make your girly swoon
Though I may be in

your heart calm your quiet storm
Sounds so loud you can't ignore
I'm just tryin spill something different
So the next in line
Don't have a reign like

what I dont sell
Reward in the risk that’s why I can’t give it up
Dancin' with lady death the way to live it up, man
Plannin my life like the best is

get paid
In da sun with glasses on
I can't post in no shade
Went ot with sum work
I was posted for days
I went ghost on ya bae
She just hope I'm ok
You

every time I do, I just run into a setback
But I'm terrified to waste more time 'cause I know it's impossible to get back
Sick of being in between who I

draw the line 
Why do you even bother 

Hold up, Who you think you talking too
I know I slack a bit, but this is what you not gon do 
Talk about the bad

Every other night I stand in line
At the disco for the insane
I take the edge of and I step inside
Before someone notices me
The smoke and lights

tell your friends im bi
She asked if we could date i said okay baby thats find
I told her that i want it all i dont know why i had to fucking lie
Im

clout in drout to trough the loft
The Rain moves with the Wind
The Earth Revolving all around the Sun
So don't take it personal when I win
It's like
Whose

I’m talking to the sea
My words fall silent in your water
Floating to you with no meaning
But always coming back to me

I know what hurting looks like