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the sock
Cant feed my habits off of nickels, dimes
So it’s green by the acre house come an shop
Herb gotta nigga in the realest state, my medulla Medusa

Basically, a reformed arsonist whose habits include
Setting fire to instrumentals to exude coherence 
A revolutionist with ungodly perseverance
Truly

but not get it right for the children
This is brain damage. Why you playing with your emotions?
Building strange habits, thinking it's great cause you

outside your home
I’m your son or daughter
Cant count on you cause that bridge has been burned
I was the fuel and the fire
The ember was a concern
Of a bad

Foundations, cracked open bleeding the traumatic
As the flames consume, a crushing maelstrom is set free
Rising spite proceeds to fuel the engines

Come a bit closer
Let me take you by surprise
It's already over
I can see the white in your eyes

Look at the time now
Don't ask me questions
You

approach me
I wasn't always lonely, habits to push the world away
Nobody said it be like this, I guess we were all led astray

Won't let it burn me, yah

just like Rubio
Play your role just like Dennis
Making dope like a menace
Always clean like a dentist
Night by night getting meaner
Yea my pockets is

how it goes
But we far way
Different lane
Fuel by a different person with a different way
Who refuse to be different even if we see a better way
I pray

the booth
It's like letting the lion right out of the zoo
This is my natural habit
So let me loose
They look at my location
All they seeing is the danger
They

get down
Keeping the fuel to fire up the flame
Lil shawty around she loving the sound
Taking a risk if u get too close
Loving my music ya sounding like

our laughs, love, service, and art
Do things that bring us joy and make us feel uplifted
Then little by little the energy keeps shiftin'
Until we reach

sugar mommy lifestyle
Brown boy sugar mommy lifestyle
Brown boy sugar mommy lifestyle

She fuel my bad habits
Saw anything at the store she let me have it

of the past
Maybe punt it or something, my passes pouring down
It's getting sorta nasty, becoming automatic
They got too many bad habits, and I wreak way

They telling me the power of Christ compels I walk on the roof by the chandelier
Can I get me a volunteer
You don't have nothing to fear
Take this

It's June 2051, bloody-red eventual dawn
Our flesh is too weak to resist the iron soldiers
They've learned our habits and behavior well to predict

to L.A for a smoke break
How you hate me when I'm losing
Even more when I'm winning
You added fuel to the fire
I'm young enough to retire
Niggas like you

talk, add fuel to my drive
Pressing my line, could change your whole life (Yeah!)
We going up, stairway to the sky, aye 
Apex, mane
Passing through life

should be breaking their habits
As well as noses faces
Bank accounts, cars and other intimate places
Hold them in the same contempt I have for the racists

detriment
But I beat being a pessimist, worked on my spit now my breath is peppermint
Meaning hella cool, fella's wanna duel, want a spoon of my own fuel

words & vibes,
This is that bright light music helps you open your eyes & that night light music yeah smooth by design
 Lyrically inclined, lend me your

shawty im up



I fuck like a rabbit, the kid, you can have it

Like sid, ima addict for nuts, like a habit

I shit on these rappers, we not the same

that's my problem, let 'em by
Nevermind the fact, that I've down and back
I've been around the fact, I keep my sound intact
It's like the essence of my

the ungodly
Running out of fuel
Driven by the thought of you
One call away
From validating that I want it too

Hope you write it out
Just like how we talked