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could make me at home
I got a prize
Losing my ties
Cutting the wood that was dead everytime
Ain't running from this and that in fact
Explaining myself is

you we'll just have to see

Forgiveness is the last gift from me
Not wrapped up in paper and bows with a card
But thrown to the wind carried by wood

Where were you tonight
When I came home
clone in your life
clone in my room



There was magic at play
From the moment we met
cll matches accounted

Out in the woods keeping warm by the campfire
When I saw a shooting star
We made jokes about Mulder and the X-Files
Conspiracy theories on our minds

wouldn't get up for a bite
A month passed by food and money getting tight
Furnace stalling out tank devoid of fuel to light
Winter weather creeping in

i run her only fans and I don't split cheddar
Alright i'm finna keep rapping
Pop perc and lost stamina glitch I don't know what happened
Went home

I'm still growing
Still smoke by the O
Guess I'm still blowing
I left Starkville went back home to Pensacola
Damn
Doesn't it feel good to be around yo

being in one space
Just give me the ball, they can't hold me
Get out the way
Splash, splash, splash
Hand in my face
Put you and twin in recycle bins
When

all the opps praying on they knees
Screaming leaving in the streets, but he ain't really street

I told him if he want the smoke, that's fine by me
Told

can never leave my brother's house
Can't put my trust up in no bitch
Can't leave the house without my switch, Ayy, windows tinted 5 percent
Ayy, really

givin' a fuck
We never cared about worries, teachers like givin' us shit
Comin' back home in a hurry, grabbin' our bikes and we dip
Friends are smokin'

Throwing Dollar$ For Thrills
Lyrics by © Graham Hull 2023

We're way out in the country outback
We're way out in the country
We're throwing dollars

told me text her back when I get home, shit, I'ma kinda try
But my phone kinda went dead, plus I'm kinda tired
Got a new bitch in my bed, I guess I kinda

trouble finds me
Question
How does a thirteen-year-old Sister drop-out
End up alone in the woods-and-a-good-for nothin' scout
Answer: add two bitchy parents

in the dark, wandering aimless
I found me a love, who helped me see
Out in the woods, there's a place that's
Filled with the ones living out their

litty in my city, been sometime since I was home
I been feeling kinda iffy, don't nobody hit my phone
Ya supposed to be with me, I been in this all alone

straight to the brain!
Feel it in my body, feel it in my veins
When I leave home, go straight to the cake
I'm feeling like Trippie, I'm feeling like Carti

the way Making money is how it is
If I'm broke in the morning by the night I'm stacked as shit
Gotta get your money up
Please don't get your funny up
Shawty

and stairways down and only Sarah goes there

Now the walls are closing in, she'd leave here if she could
The memories of yesterday are carved here in wood

brushed away the crimes and alibis

Before the creaking wood, stands a figure of sorts
A battered, bruised boy within a blushing bow
Enraptured by his

Every day it's all the same, we're lookin for
A piece of heaven
A piece of heaven

Day by day we wonder when
Love will send us home again

A roadhouse in

ate up by them bugs that's in your bed
Askin' your now baby mama for help with the rent. Actin' like you ain't got two parents to help you vent
Actin'

paranoid Still gotta get my grind on
I smoke in woods with C's He know I'm a ticking time bomb
Damn, this beat was hard, I didn't mean to make the verse this

Post by your house while you're not home
Ride around with real killers
Bitch, it's best to duck yo dome
Like I said, got mental health

Ain't got my