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out before me, the answer to my dreams
Lead me round the paddock by the nose like a donkey
Take my money! It makes me alive!


CHORUS:
they found a key,

the paddock say she pregnant huh
Huh bands on me bitch I learned how to save it yeah
Big bag we was balling on the pavement yeah
Disconnect motherfucka now we

Ooooh, its hot as shit
This a watch holder for a roly, its not a wrist
But why i need a paddock when i got the tick?
And when I get erratic boy its

Yung Moo Bloo gon’ kill it you’ll see
Real villainously
No difficulty,
With all the trash gone there only be me
Bought a new paddock
Imaginally
I'm kinda

Somehow it were never novel
To go up The Oval
Dried out, fried out dusty paddock

Community headache
That's all it was in times of frost
It was

Semi-automatic
Bitch I’ll rob you for ya paddock
He thought he wanted static
Bullets scatta’d all in traffic
Trappin acid tablets
To support my acid habit
Ballin’

wasn’t up in this trap paddock
It’s uncontrollable, rollable, credible, edible
Wait a minute, yeah I’ve done this before
But, I’m staying up all night
I’m

trust nobody y'all niggas greedy
Miss me with that bad luck, I went insane & I turned it to mad luck 
Oh he moving fishy, paddock
I blow her back till it

their knowledge shared
Like a sheep in a paddock, running scared

Unread Book, it's an Unread Book
Ain't something to be mis-took
Unread Book, it's

Miles of paddocks all the room to make a mess
The amazing dusk, the morning rise, my heart lies in the ashes and the deep blue skies 
Memories from

Blow it all up, like a money machine
Open up wide, hand on my spine
You can be the boss and Ima work overtime

Beat it in the paddock, put that rollie

ain't Burger King
You can't have it yo way
Grindin, I had a long day
Im tryna put a paddock on bae
Goin out don't matter to me
From the projects
Now we

niggas square like 4 sides
She a bust down wit a fatty
Aye
Cop me a bust down wit a paddock
Aye
If a nigga feelin that he ready
Aye
Tell em me an Zinhar

some
We all go to Paris and I’m saying Pick one
We taking a stroll we walk pass say we missed one
Right side the rolly the left is the Paddocks
You

a paddock
This that bubon with the udon and the jeremy with the check
Got the ramen with the chicken and im whippin in my benz
Tokyo ghoul up on the beat i be

Sink your flow no boats
Deep ocean no hope
Fed to the krakken
Jacking a camper
Slapping the banter
Back to the back paddock billa bong where the bunyip

circumcision
Flay the cock like gutted fish, stream it live on television!
We're all virgins, but we have no sense of fucking cleanliness
The paddock is

Drawing a blank with blood stains as my paint
Then FMA came and unlocked the double pad locked door
And let the wolf back into the sheep's paddock 
So much

Two doors I froze the matic
Two tone I froze the paddock
Bad bitch she automatic
Flip another level I go sporadic

Got bars, i'm just an addict
She

And what's it about 
Are you here this evening 
Some people might come round 

I might go walking 
Out on the paddock 
I always forget 
We have a hammock

Paddock letting off in vegas
Donald trump, Bush and Ronald Reagan
At the conference table having conversations

I'll send a motherfucks into limp mode

tracks 
I know my bitch can be dramatic 
Like uzi got the new paddock 
Leaving these rappers asmatic 
Radios feelin my static 
Bitch love me that's

out they're nowhere to be seen
Just straddling a saddle in a paddock in a dream
That we need another lecture from the king or maybe queen
Full of self

swings, but see no hammock, to sleep but us in paddocks
Expect us to gallop, while the parents whip us like jockeys
The eighth member of Keating's Dead