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're going to say
Can I get a water? Check, please
Peaches and cream, sweet summer syrup, writing down the recipe like
You and me and fries, my ketamine
Cherry

Shit's pathetic 
Drama you can dead it
Chicken heads beef with me
But I ain't ever sweat it
Shit's pathetic 
Drama you can dead it
Chicken heads beef

(wicked guitar solo)

I think I saw you
At an ice cream parlor
Or in the precocious child's turn of phrase
Or in the way my mother dances
At our perfect

of me
Catastrophe
Statistically a casualty

Actually
I think I'll resort to sorcery
Tortured in the mortuary
Now you're really scared of me
If you talk

The world’s strongest man was a shaman of neat country bread
He turned a gun on me one time, he said “You look so scared”
I said “I’m hardly scared,

ONYAME KƐSE (GREAT I AM)*
By Papa Kwasi

Hwan koraa na ɔtesɛ wo oo
(Who is like unto You) 
Tumi mu, nyansa mu
(In power, In wisdom) 
Obi ntesɛ wo oo

can't be myself
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I
If I can't make you proud
That's alright, that's alright, that's alright
Not gonna hold your pain til' I

I wanna be an influencer
It’s not about my hair or where I buy my clothes
But who I am when nobody knows
For no money
Do you wanna be an influencer

've got age defying cream
You know wrinkles are a sin
My Botox is wearing off
Doc, can you squeeze me in?

I can't go outside
I can't breathe the air

Yesterday, I lost my rubber band
I kinda wish I had my rubber band
Jesus Christ! Where is my rubber band? (rubber band, hey!)

Be careful, I am violent
The 'T’

my cream cheese on her bagel
I'm getting tangled her pussy Is fuego
Baby my devil and angel she got more pesos than Jeff Bezos
Uh
Suga mommy momma put

the boss, man I can’t lose 

Put a half half cream in my coffee 
Mix the brown and white, sorta like me 
Guess you are what you eat 
Guess I am what I drink

(But the first version was better!)
Together you and I, (We wanted Chinese New Year but we don't want it red!)
Are ice cream with some fries, (Telling

I woke up on a taco shell
Wondering how I wound up here
The sour cream
Paints a picture
Across this worn out face
I spent the night drinking after

the fucking benz
Pop a perc
Let's rage
I am a star
I set the bar
Pop one
Now I'm on mars
Thirty three in the mag
Pull up in a jag
Make your bitch gag
She call

'm
dressin' like I'm broke
Fuck nigga ain't no joke, you ain't playa like me
You on social with all that smoke, you are not a OG
Niggas can't get like me
I keep

You expect me to be a sex icon
Oh wait, I am!

You want it 
I got it
I’m a bale of hay, baby 
Bale of hay
Beg for it
Pay for it 
I’m a bale of hay, baby

to feel this good
staring at the phone in my room
wondering what You’d say to my lines
do You think about the love we had 
or am I wasting My time
am I

that good stress
I'm talking crazy like the 80's 
C.R.E.A.M. cold cash flow
Love it or hate it
Like the realest you had
Ain't no debating
Kobe step back

perplexed. 


I zone out when I flow, like Syracuse ask my bro; how far I'm willing to go for stardom, I am pro.
No agent but still amazing was raised where

work ain't doing shifts
I'm gon' play my role, but I am not reading a script

She just want some dick, and I been catching the hint
But if I hit and dip

prime I'm 25 with no kids
I need some space
I don't feel embraced
But I am a prize, like when you break open a crate
This ain't a game
But the way I play

Jealous

Ne-Yo

R.E.D. [Deluxe Edition]

2012

try (hey)
With everything I am to keep my cool
But everywhere we go girl, you can 'gise
And they don't deserve the privilege of lookin' at you girl

you
I gave you a dap inside the last dream I'll see you
I still peep you, talking fast and hustling cream
Chasing knowledge, the last plateau you set