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the world is so beautiful 
Were everything is over the average wit
Where people just making out & having fun we all in one place
Chilling drinking dancing

this way (This way) this is the sequal
Prolly party by myself because I don't fuck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphorical cerebral
I do it all

I don't want you, still  searching and looking like Dora explorer
Ten cars in the lot like a hoarder
Streamin' third world, now that's a recorder

Oh

Going so fast you'll see me another day
Hopefully it's by the heaven gates
But I'm dropping to hell wish there's a better way
Fuck getting a cell I need

Two Separate Barstools

Wanda Jackson

Country

1970

pain with the wine
On two separate barstools in two separate bars sit two separate fools me and you
Lost in two foolish worlds built by two doubting

at the party, people coming by the masses
You can't smoke no more son, you better just pass it
To my homies and me
Don't wanna go slow, only know one speed
I'ma

Another Day

Josh Martinez

Buck Up Princess

Sitting in the park with a walkman on nodding my neck hard
And pardon me I didn't see you there.
Thank god for the gift of midriff driftin by,
Catch

the 015 from my brothers from the 012
Mash are you ready

05:16 shit Mash are you ready
Third take
Yeah yeah
Clock going yeah
Clock going up
Yeah yeah

Grandma cut my ass if I ain't in by the street lights 
Ain't nothing for you in this world out they past midnight 
Twin that's my brother blood can't make

Man this coffee's having me have bowel movements...
On the mic. I've never felt this way in my life, Not Once
Not Once, I've never felt this way in

returned that night to a million people having a party
It was Bastille Day
There was a glorious light show on the Tower
Crazy memory I'll never forget

solitary, still gon be hit by a lone gunman
Contraband cut out my life, but I still ain't got out the dungeon

If I relapsed, there wouldn't be parties or any

You got gospel artists having fellowship with the world I cringe
Tell me, why would you allow for your light to turn dim

Knowing that following

To primetime television and your guilded cage
Then, forget his people in the world still enslaved"
I barbwire my wrist, and let it fill the page
Gun firing

I want to
You can’t stay the night
But you come if you want too
I live by the code
All my niggas is respected
I’m Good everywhere
So the family

Black tint rider
Can you see Im not a liar
Either hop up in the whip or you get handled by the tires
Rolling but I'm never of a molly like the party

worth dying over. Now, two years later, we were having trouble surviving. There we were grown adults in the middle of our living room, putting pennies in

ice in new braunfels I had the coldest sack
started freestyling at parties I had the dopest raps
and if you knew me round 2012 then you know it's facts

Judging by the pictures all your friends are out there having such a splendid time
Drinking their mojito's, having parties or just dashing through

by me, 
Lord I’ve got to keep it moving. 

Some people feel like hip hop died,
With it’s pride, skateboards, and skinny jeans, 
When DJs stop spinning

Reinventing the Wheel

Typical Cats

Typical Cats

us begin, what? where? why? or when?
It will all be explained by the spraying of a pen
Henpecked mugs become thugs and proceed to make me vex man

Flyboy, win game Feltham
Bike life, switch lane 12ing
Summer, Brick Lane gyaldem
Me having a mixed race kelvin
Bludclut barologist
Tell a MC come spar,

the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write

Mamacita

Frost

That Was Then, This Is Now, Vol. 1

1999

Soopa 
you'll be having your conversation with wilt the steel 
Your eyes reveal, my ladies stay on tilt, 
I re-candle the flame by sticking ah! to each