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can’t sleep from that shit

Fuck it then guess just me and my stick
We been on the move all week trying get it

Sitting here by myself all in my thoughts

They asking what we on
It was October
Ok
That's the month it was
Uh yea uh
Stay up everyday of the week no sleep
My feet been on air so you know

breaks (yeah), we writing every week
Ain’t no way that we gonna catch some sleep
(Bitch we)

Bitch, we knocked out 
Near the window on the floor
By

sleep
If I ever had a dollar watch I flip it to a key
I chase bags and that bag bitch I spent that in a week
If it don't get a dollar yea ya boys won't

a real commitment
Would ever involve three
The one she got a temper
Always make sure I'm fair
The other one she leaves me lonely
Cause she's focused

I've fucked 3 times this week, do the math
Now I think she on one my bro's just to get me back

the sheep
Three blunts deeply
Getting high, yeahh
Lately been smokin' all week
Smokin' blue dream till I tweak
Smokin' schedule this week
Ima chief
Call me

lakay, legliz
Same channels, 31, 32 and 3
Aje nou, get on ya knees
Didn't know a word of creole, learned fast, when my moms, she was mad at me
Arguments

bitch gon' dress like a pinata for
Halloween cause she let e'rybody hit
I walk in ya front door leave e'rybody hit
Even the family pet three rounds all

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you

stay on dnd
Lil momma a big bird, know she belong to the streets
And I'm not talking sesame, hit hoes by three like pistol Pete (brr, brr)
More solid

Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very

There'll be blue skies in October
It's cerulean by the coast
There's a light inside a shade
Lately I've been on that ferry
Lunar bay's fading from grey

me, go'n pop it for D
She gon' really throw that ass, but she don't do it for cheap
She just got her body done, so she gon' be 'bout three weeks
Type

Back then was I homeless— God knows I ain't have no place to sleep
Had to take it day by day; living life week by week
All the strife

Used to work late, at night
Why I only got to sleep in the morning
All work makes Jack a dull boy
But me I didn't heed that warning
Now I don't take

Sprite, ice, and codeine, plus a lot of weed
We get commas by the week, put your mama on Her knees, then I beat up on her cheeks
Then I kick her

Poppin' pressed pills 'til the stress fills
Closing tight surrounding me
Coulda O.D., almost last week
From the Sudafed that help me sleep
Get her high

I like getting high, I don't fuck with sober
Cut the lights off then I turn her over
Favorite freak a Libra I fucked all October
Say she wanna meet

three weak, you'll be costuming, cosplaying, cos breathing, baby
I still be on acid, and lean, and oxy, and dat weed by the bale and some tinc on me, baby

toys, but I ain't no lil' boy
Baby blue coupe, for my boo in Illinois
I hate my baby mama, but she still gon' drive the Porsche
We on one accord, but

Yo, it ain't enough hours in a day (it ain't enough)
It ain't enough days in a week
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yuh-yuh

Ain't go to sleep last night
Only

Best believe ima take her if she bad
How many bands
Can I make in a week
Wit no sleep
I'm still a beast
I ain't no weak bitch
But a little bit geek
They

a show

Been a hard day paranoia in my sleep
Okay we broke up but we texted last week
I know that she missed me she gotta' come clean
Maybe I'm toxic