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just want the ring
Balling by myself and I feel like Kobe Bean
Used to eat noodles that were oriental
No more stressing
My progression is monumental

ghost writin’ my bars
Bromance in advance your given chance to my heart


I'm on tour, PGA
You've been a birdie by my side from our beginning days
Acronym

Count your blessings
Bal' izibusiso zakho
Count your blessings
Count your blessings
Zibale z'benazinye
Name them one by one
Count your blessings
Bal'

[Intro]
Caution fuel
Caution fuel
Caution fuel
Caution fuel

[Strophe 1]
Somewhere downtown you'll hear a scream
Some fainted kid went to extremes

tiny
Gold medal
Every instrumental 
By shining brightly
You racing others then 
You losing by default 
Defeat
They tried to beat me 
When I'm down 
Ain't

a rental?
Without the drug talk your new song's an instrumental
I've seen your videos holding up the finest beverage
But the words are dumb as hell, I'm not

I'm havin' it
For you she extravagant, turn her on like I'm her fossil fuel
He made fun of me in public, I ain't get the joke (Nuh-uh)
I kill the beats

throw a party
For everyone of y'all who stuck by me

You said you were the one to stop me
Where you at now, you never could harm me
I'm still searching

can i go by slipping in the images, an instrumental fixture
Fixed on
Figuring a placement
When I've entered from the distance
This conversation isn't in

Got to break the speed of sound
Be number one the best by far
I pull my fuel dragster into the staging lanes
Hey silly crowd, stay away from my car!

inevitable, by myself with nowhere left to go
These bridges keep burning, but I don't plan on running out of fuel
Resorted to the last thing I thought I would

to fuel your quest

Angel of mercy

Angel of dreams

Nothing's ever quite what it seems

[Instrumental (Electric Guitar)]

There are no guarantees Aaah ...

INSTRUMENTAL

		Written by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.

Verse :	Since you and I ain’t made no music yet
		The tension builds the deeper that we get
		We

instrumentals offa my face
And my best friends are mon-stars we’re having dinner dates
I write loony-tunes as i’m sitting in my room
And this winters seemed

it 
I be blowing gas but I swear this shit not a habit
We not are the same, simply by my fucking fabrics 
And I got dis bitch in Dallas who gon bounce

Goku... Son Goku
He's coming
Ehh hhmmm
Yeah!
He's back!
This that, Super Saiyan nerd GOD flow nigga
Hahaha
Look
Yes! On this instrumental I will
Show

I’m sitting here burning blunts
Tapping ashes by the bales passing L’s
To those that fail at painting details
I know the pills ate your braincells
You

a hater talks it's fuel for the fire
This ain't the sunset strip, I never knew Richard Pryor
I got a license to kill and I'm liberal like it expires
Send

is only thing that will appear on your bill 
Brother make sure that you kill the instrumentals 
Foot is on the pedal and never running outta fuel 
Coz

Catch a rapist by the toe
Break apart his spinal cords
And shove a pineapple down his throat
Smack him with a television remote
Dressed up as the cable

don't paint me as that type of guy
Prepandemic you would just pass by, oh why?
Cuz prejudice fuels UR judgment of me&mine

Now I got ink visible

I will now summon the ghosts of all the fallen martyrs
Let their spirits fuel the soul of those awakened to the tyranny at our feet
We will crush

from out of the dark
And I'm curious who they been watching
Not even worried I clean em I mop em
Snapping on jazz instrumentals a white boy
I'm feelin

I'm glad to teach
Need a queen by my side, with an ass elite
Who just wanna work it out like an athlete
I'm the one to worry bout on any track or beat