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Come On

Dj Durel

Come On

(the ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk

fuck with me 
This is a mortal campaign  you feeling my pain I'm doing what's custom b
I still be talking the same so nothing will change you crying  for

on the work
Til my hands hurt
Girl I'm in the dirt
Ain't got time flirt
Skrrt right on to first
Put that on my shirt
KVL, I'm turnt
flamed up like I'm burnt
I

to the bread by any means possible
I'm tryna bring Dutch in, like I was managing Liverpool
We can sit and talk, you can find out that I'm really cool, composure

at-least I'm not dead it's still DTY not trustin these meds it's pain in my neck you put pain in my head

I can tell you been hurt before I ain't take part

So up inviting
But I'm just not
For the type
That likes to flirt
With the shadows
That lead me
Into the night
Found
Untold
Like sequences
Played of old

could have
You're turning me on, I'm addicted to you, tell me baby what should I do?
Come closer to me, I wanna touch your skin
The way you act makes my

tryna kick up, go ahead if u wanna treesh
I'm in the stu by my lonely
All these niggas acting phony
It's like they really don't know me
It's like they

tryna flirt
Cause, she know what a nigga worth (Now)
But no time for the birds
We, getting money over here
See, a young put in work (Now)
When that thang

y'all don't give a fuck
I relieve all the pain if I puff indica
But I know that don't work, this shit deep in my blood
I don't cry anymore, I'm numb

Sly
Smooth with the words
All bout that action
I move like a verb
Fly
Just like a bird
Coolio comp
And I’m liftin her skirt
Shy
Shawty a flirt
Pull

Cena
Im pulling out sticks falling down like Jinga
Blowing whole notes like a muhfuckin singa
Tryna make it rain on the pain cuz it lingers
Shawty do

the Lord first
Otherwise I'm just dirt
All she does is just flirt
I gotta' keep it down to Earth
I prolly' won't be here for long
Might as well go take

Street Veteran [Part 2]

Mr. Hyde

Barn of the Naked Dead

2004

trooper disguise

Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper

Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries

Boxing like romans an ancient

on your pineal gland
And boy your phone dead by noon
Kick off your shoes
Get your hands dirty
Flirt with the moon
Saturn come through
Til you turn 30
That's

on to that pain and I held on to my hurt
Ignoring all my words, I remained unheard
And now I'm a box that you can open when your lonely for some time
And then

two holes, game over
Clip full of bullets with my name on it
Done crying, I’m just finna end the pain Momma
Hearing voices in my head, getting hurt by

Where does it hurt?
And how to mend the pain I've caused myself?
Caught up in reveries
An open heart after rolling stone
Even though I'm running from

exist in this reality
Are merely pain, suffering, and futility
Decisions Decisions Decisions
So much on my mind
And I think that I'm tripping
So much

emerge, I'm Kyogre 
Legit I'm so frosty I doubt it's a person that's colder 
Bitch I been popping, but now YoU want flirt cause YoU noticed 
I wish I was

late
We can to try to resist temptation
And we'll drink cheap champagne
Platonic prevents the pain
Flirt like we've got nothing to lose
But I think I've

never come
If you know pain
You can use it like a flame
When you deep inside those caves needing something keep you strong
Watch me take my time
While I'm

enter the party
Handle of Bacardi
Naughty prolly
Now I'm tryna find a shawty

Pain in my liver
Pain in spleen
Pain in my brain My body don't leave

Look

surrounded by leech
Sheesh
I'm not a freak
I'm just unique
All of my wishes come true maybe I shouldn't speak no more
Tell me Pagliacci with my tears