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person
But this life make you
That's for certain

I quit sipping syrup but I relapse
Fanta reserve for burning we put weed in that
18 turn a oz into 3

honeymoon, baby

Na, na, na na na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na na na
Na, na, na

You are my sunny day
Palm trees and waves 
You are my blue sky (blue sky, blue sky)

that
Go ahead, prolly make a little rap and drop it like this
Chop chop and screw it up mix that purple with the syrup
Swerve swerve yeah we ride, bon

seeps through me
A syrup from an ancient tree
Your lips stuck from it
Refusing to let slip what wallowed in your throat
From the hapless pits of fire

Peaking out the palm tree
Eyes like a monkey, man
Swinging sticks to this rhythm
Eyes red, junky man, jack this fruit
Got lucky man, aided up
Licked

a reason to lie, I’m gaining nothing from decieving
I oiled up my palms, destroyed the jungle like heathen
But I’m still thankful for the shade and all

Meet me by the beach
Beneath the palm trees
I don't care if anyone sees
How about it?
You, me and the blue sea
Ocean
I just want you alone
I don't

hands you crazy as hell if you think I'm missing
My palm itching I see green when my vision blurred 
Sipping syrup as I twist the herb while I'm getting

Why did I smoke so much, Why'd I drink so much
I'm from the city of syrup so you know I'm clutch
I do not know bout you, but I got a hunch
That you

I've been in the mud and now I'm fuckin winnin
Imma keep it goin get it for my children
I ain't got none yet but I plan to get it

The world in the palm

down
All the way from Rio Grande City
To Brownsville they fuckin' with me
These palm trees are fucking litty Lemme show you around
I'm so Texas I'mma

ass to the palm trees 



Chorus: Rags
Shake that ass baby girl you the leader 
Shake that ass do it better than the teacher
Shake that ass baby girl

I've just tasted the sweetest
Too much leads to infection
In some wounds and openings

An easy spot to hit
This target
Syrup on top
Always does it

much woods
In the pocket purple fruit
Pouring heavy syrup in the juice (In the juice)
All them tell me don't, but i'll do it (But i'll do it)
And i'm

sippin syrup no Woky
My brudda told me I'm cocky
I replied and said it's cuz there ain't a nigga to stop me
I hit the road and take a trip for all

feeling numb
Purple syrup yea on my cup
I'm on my God Flow
Number 1 like I'm Pablo
Killing nikkas like I'm Rambo
Don't like my rap you an Asshole
Yea yea

the moon is standing guard 
through the roofs many holes

spilling golden syrup over giant saguaros 

back broken snake in its blood on the road

and get that money, no frontin' that's what they told us
So I'm gon' stack these dead men, watch my pockets swell up
From the land of the dreadheads, palm

Runnin' wit' my kinfolk, Backwoodies and
Sippin' on that syrup I be
Sippin' on that Slo-Mo
Slippin' when I'm drippin' and
That drippin' ain't

drag em through lawns
End up dirt on my shovel blood on my palm
With some gold in my bezel
Push off on the peddle
Pull off in the vessel dont pay no mind

I've just tasted the sweetest
Too much leads to infection
In some wounds, and openings

An easy spot to hit
This target
A syrup on top
Always does it

as cool as my persona seems
I never cared bout no designer jeans
Still was in the in crowd as cool as my persona seems

Wishing of palm trees fishing in

anybody)
He never made a promise he tripping for everybody
Now the nigga thinks it's funny but palms are gonna get bloody (Haa)
No gloves when I step in

worth
Just copped a pint so I’m sipping on that syrup
Strait drop the juice lil bitch I stay poured
It’s still fuck them hoes lil bitch my heart cold
Gone