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holden
5 miles out where there’s no police
she lit the flame  by an old oak tree
shiftin’ gears she was movin’ fast
burn it slow, so the memories last 

We

just need to feel like
Uh, look this my latest just an update I must say that I been up late
So many been divided by Biden and shit that Trump says,

Yeah
Live from the bottom of the map
With the buddah burning heavy
By the bottle of the jack
I been working daily man I never get a pass
So I gotta

bottles filled up with vos
This the life that I promised
Keepin' it honest, that's on the cross
I was broke last week, next week I was callin' my dawg about

Grab the suit and tie, had to do it to 'em
I ain't givin out my time to a goofy nigga
Drop a hunnid K on a loser nigga (Laudiano)
The first nigga

bottles in the club
When I am putting kids through school
Nigga you take your time and you tweet me
Just to piss me off thinking I'll give it up
I'm like

you got a lotta cheese
But I seen your card declined last time you bought groceries
Deep down you know you fakin'
But you would do anything for your

Two lies, back to back
Two years, now it's past
Two fears, come to pass
Too near, this can't last

Broken glass is covering the floor now

A bottle of lean, a gun to your jeans, and a little faith in me
A plane in the sky, the only starlight on this never-ending street
The cameras

No Boost but I'm prepaid
My checks come on time or they early
No delay 
And that's why we don't relate
Run it up till I run outta breath
You niggas got

PASSION your spirit and body's detachment
Disastrous distracted by man made wonders
Peep Game for answers cut your Lights out show cancelled
You rappers

Are You Still Alone

Play N Skillz

The Process [Clean] [Reissue]

2005

And I'm still a bachelor
Are you still alone, alone, alone, alone, alone?

It's been a minute since we last had a talk
Still hypnotized by the hips

Mind Blown

MC Ren

Da Villain in Black

1996

and the last moheekan
Cause I be seekin to have niggas tweakin through the weekend
I gives a fuck about the radio and faggot sounding disc jockeys
Bust yo fuckin

The Fine Art of Making It Out Alive

Boys Night Out

Make Yourself Sick

2003

Tomorrow we'll wake up in time to stop this double suicide through kisses laced with cyanide 
And one last look through blood shot eyes. 
I guess this is

4 A.M.

Satanic Surfers

Unconsciously Confined

on the sidewalk people were walking by pretending not to see until somebody stopped and called the police its the same old story its not the first time it won't be

more potent than potion
I get distracted by the moments and stuck on a notion
I bottle up and then explode from emotions I hold in
Woke up one morning

her up in a Bentley YOP
YOU KNOW Im the cotton she pickin YOP
You know she da thottin Im dickin YOP
I BOUGHT her a bottle of any YOP
SHE AINT drinking

and Yellow outfit on
You look like a Fruit Loop
My insides turn more purple every
Time I pour Wockhardt deuce
Blocked this one nigga
He was hatin' on my

say that
Others are lying
Like how they really be capping bruh?
Putting in hours, don't have time for showers
Are you sure it's not enough?
Fighting

really poppin' then
First thing I'ma say is fuck the law
I need my niggas back
I don't get why they concerned with
Us, I'm bout my digit's, man
Last time I

fuck with her demeanor
My heart in little pieces I done turned into the reaper
Time is going by and it's been

(so long to how I feel)

(so long to how I

most
I talk about my problems
I've done it all my life
You shouldn't feel ashamed
So if you bottle it inside
You should just take your time
And know

the answer
in the bottom of a bottle
I ain't finding it
But I'm still fly as shit
Do not tell me what to do
If you ain't Simon bitch
They told me homie watch

If we got beef,
We can have it settled
Top floor, bottles of Prosecco
By the time you left
I was already on to the next one And you ain't even wanna