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Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
frame silhouetted by the sun
Was an air mail stamp on a still warm tongue
I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a house
With a washer
on a still warm tongue
I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a house
With a washer and dryer in it and that's the year I bottomed out
Maybe what was
17 years old I ain't even much grown
Living g a life of a thug with a mind of my Own
See I been through some things I wasn't using My mind
But this
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
when life is short
fuck this fuck that fuck everything
Fuck life I just wanna hang all by my self
While nobody cares about me
Sitting up at 3am on phone
Lake, Parts 1-3
Rise up, my love
See the new sun
You'll find someone
Waiting, prone, in your garden
Right underneath your nose
All these girls in
school this my gear now
Just turned twenty seven another year down
Moms texting me right now saying she so proud
Argued round the house neighborhoods
can't even cry no more
After spending my childhood spiraling into dysphoria
By my senior year of high school, I was so jaded
With my mental state
years old. My father played music.
My mother played music. My five brothers played music, and I had two
sisters played music. And I just bought
By age 16 years old, with a heart full of gold
Everybody watched me going up from zero to hero
The suckers hatin' on me, now are starting to fold
I
arms.
Overwhelmed by my playboy charms
We jumped in the ride rushed to the crib
I ain't gotta explain what we did
Built to last I simply waxed
condition
Beauty!
Before I even begin to be haunted by my old familiar devils
Beauty!
for some reason a light wave emitted an uncountable amount of years ago
chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban
I'm only three and gotta chip Motorola
A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin cryin
wasn't leaving
But now in conversation, I correct myself day to day
I still slip up, an old force of habit
Too many brainwashed years of self
conversations for self and nobody else
Thinkin' they don't understand my thinkin' when I socialize
I need an angel with me for armor
I need accountability,
Obsessed with tragic [unintelligible, 5 syllables] like Eric Clapton
These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain
The euphoria of dying
Toxins
Song: That's Real
Artist: Get Money Committee ft Sir Bean & Rozay
I'ma keep it real with ya
Keep it real with me with me my nigga and I'm still with
I've been having war with myself and
Stingy with my heart
Got to be selfish
Yeah
I think I need to have a conversation
Emotions taking over all my health
gat with the white Moncler (Moncler)
AK with a drum with a snare
Louis V boots, just got a pair
Two hoes on my dick tryna share
That lil' chopper sing
recall
Concerned it'self with me
Nothing else at all
Yesterday, the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought
Something new to do
I used my magic age
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
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