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Bret's down in his basement
Working hard on his next album
Fed

of the game
Please excuse my French, but we are not the same
Edging it with the singles, so yeah the album coming
I must admit I still got heat up in the oven

a few, got no love for the rest of you
Seen me out at Jamla and now they wanna text the dude
See I'm next up, still holding the west up
Couldn't read where

just kiddin, im just foolin, im just playin with the words
Havent peaked, still in my warm up jacket, call me larry bird
Call me by my first name, call

in difficult conversations when it get hard
Sometimes I need to hear FEAR. and the rest of that album alone in my car, DAMN.
I think we all lacking

still shy
I'm Like a toy, you can switch me on or switch me off
Be the same outcome yo "I heard he's soft bring it on"
It's my world you know I can do

And I can't go today, I got too much on my plate

Keep a 30 stick and it stay by my side
And I'm tired of all these snakes
Tell me, is you done a ride

don't think so
You never quit
You are still on the poop heroin
Nuh-uh!! There is no proof to support your claim!
really? roll up your sleeve then
Uhhhhh!

my confession, and I still count all my blessings

They come in different ways, some just be lessons
God gifted me with wisdom and understanding
I

Bacardi and eight spliffs
The teflon don of the pennin' through pages
I ride by my respect, oppress my ops until they see the message
Tried to be as fly

First and foremost, I want to start this off by saying thank you to all my fellow listeners
And anybody that's been supporting me throughout my

records
Although no one knows
The exact cause of this New Album
And sudden development
The street still dates in fear
Of a wipeout in retail
Interchart

calling them your brothers then you go and turn your back
We was out in Florida with snakes out in the grass
Rev I heard your new track and that shit still

still make a couple figures
And chill with my niggas
Not settling for Honda Civics
I'm tryna drop of the Mayback
Chrome handles With my name scratched

the elements lay their claim to a corpse
That would still rise at your name
On your mark, I'm set, I go
You're my favorite album
My guilty pleasure comfort show

a problem you can come and find me
Just chillin' by the beach
Smoking on a palm tree
I'ma get my neck froze
Only way to beat the heat
Beat the heat
Yeah, they

you spit but don't cap
I made another dollar just by writing this verse
I know you playing the blame game, I'm bringing my name fame, you lame
'Cause

beauty
Oh, and I know my heart's in your hands
I will sleep in your house
God's Favourite Album by Creator Instinxt & Thebes

and i got it
So i laid off from working
My arms on the wheel of this life
Trying to take it by the horns
Cause am mad at these frowns
That am making on my

how I ruined my own album
Had over 100 likes behind it
That's like a gymnasium of 100 people
Just shaking their head "no" at me all at once
And that

uptight
Until these sounds travel faster than the speed of light
Wrote a remix for just for Tyler's album
But I need Hinata here so she can smear like

year
It is never clear
Am I ever gonna change careers
Or drop another album and disappear

Who knows
By the way, I don't do shows
I stay home and scroll

me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my

I can only hope things get better from here, cause sometimes I wish that I could just go
down and disappear
When I lay by myself I don't know why I