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hours
Or not
If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something
nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If
gurl (gurl), I got it 4ya,
Keep callin mi, callin me, callin mmmeeeee, (hey yeah)
I got this gurl from by the name of rose,
She fine, man she makes
hood wearin' timbs and jeans
Lost boyz represent from South Jamaica queens
I'm wit my mens spendin' ends orderin' liquors and beers
Ain't nuttin' new
from my hood,
wearin timbs and jeans
Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens
I'm wit my mens spendin ends
orderin liquors and beers
ain't
to let go
I need an upgrade (An upgrade)
To life, version, revision, version, vision
2.0… 0… 0… 0… 0… 0… 0… 0
Day after day, time goes by
Year after year,
story, baby, you're the key.
[Chorus]
You, you bring out the best version of me,
With your love, I feel so free.
I'm on top of the world when you're by my
is heavy
New strain flow I suppose for serenity
You say goat
Scapegoat of the century
This is my escape, a magician by the way
I just sent a song
Failure Club. Every week I'd present in our meetings, new versions of my songs. I started to live almost two lives and I would wake up really, early drink
Democracy in Brazil has always been the interstice between one and another Dictatorship. The Fascist Coup of 2016 undeniably marks a new break in
the blcok
and I'll have ya back by 12 O' clock
they seemed in it believed in me
it's gonna be old
all night long from 8 to 12 in the backseat of a Volv
(69
standin' in the window caine smoking was the outcome
Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion
the room dimmer
Playing our favorite love song by Boyz II Men
I'm imagining every single scene
Like a movie, I can see it on the screen
Let me take you
paper, Like new Page
Game
I'm heart, I'm art, like tusche
Aye
Tryna be black version of bruce wayne
Aye
I'm nice but inna mean time
Count up my stack
I was kind, I was warm, I was patient
All the nights that you cried when you're wasted
Hold your hand, rub your chest when you're anxious
Helped
diese in my lap
And I'm the same young nigga
Put the Tre on the map
We ain't have shit to drink
I was raised off tap
Pussy be wet by a wink
And a smile
dark and stormy night
No
No
Stop
Stop
Uh
Yo it's like four in the god damn morning man you straight
I had another nightmare
With him
Ah shit man
Still
to nuttin' to break chains over you
Yeah your spittin' but I break out you
Now, shame, your lookin' at my rent house people,
Boyz it's somethin' that
booty wiggle
Fresh drink by the pool, I got deep-spirited roots
No matter what you do, you can have your cake and eat it too
Several of the ladies are in
don't run
All kinds of police
Swooping up at the spot
But I already busted a ghost
With the quickness out the block
Bow down
To the ghetto boyz
Putting in
the people who are cruel
And angry with this new
Version of you, version of you
I know
That the wait is hardest
Trying to be honest
When everyone is lying
On one late night, I had made a nice amount
More than two weeks pay, playing with the new accounts
So I rose like a petal, fuck pops, I run with thugs
you wanna change plans you can be by my side
Who am I? Who am I?
Oh
Who are you? Who are you?
Lookin for this version of me
Ohh
A lot women acting
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