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of applause for Mr. Quay Miller
(Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes)
On November 10, he released the most streamed and controversial album
That will keep you on the edge

just didn't want to have any more strain
It itches, I also don't want to be found that way, by anyone

The idea of an overdose is tempting
And I do

bitchin?)
Because I’m sick, I never chose to be put in a position to be dealing with the most
(Wait listen)
I ain’t turnin’ on the Bose, to be bumpin’ that

just might by the rack
Aint nun like the city took some losses but I love the raq
See I be tryna tell em
Nas I ain't the one so hoe be careful
I'm with

up in middle school
Your baby mama stuff the pills for me and pay the bills for you
And this no lie, I can't count the days that go by
I just know I

pipe game
Now she in her feels
Like a pet when I leave she waiting By the window sill
Hear this beating down ya block
Scary neighbors call the cops
Kids

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let’s Get to work people 
I’m your new captain huh
I go by the name captain tellybillz ha
I will lead this bureau 
Ta 
Great

turbulent and terminal just like an illness
How to be real with myself to even feel this
In grip with my controls to wheel and deal this
Chinks upon my

want like 20,000 on the wrist, better yet 100,000 on the drop
They be like 10-4 copy that I think I just saw him speeding off the lot
I got a bag to make

if I had the chance
Thinking back now, it’s a mere glance
Time gone fly and life goes by
Then it hit you at once like BAM! DAMN
Almost 21, bossed up

Come With Me

Killah Priest

Priesthood

2001

I feel like the whole worlds lost its base
I'm clapping at the beast by taking the cannon off my waist
Sing along

[Chorus 2x]

[Outro : Killah

alone, be alone


All alone working on myself 
If life’s a bitch I’m gettin high 
Day by day I’m gettin by 
Fuck that I’m just tryna strive 
Do What it

to your stone cold bones
I'm thinking,
What's in my head, matching pajamas, tea and toast until we're dead
Christmas at your parents place, kids home by ten

nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware

I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while

2x chorus) Remember when we used to scrape just to get by? And loyalty was even hard to find. Now we're soaring up to bigger heights And all it

to the side you know you get slumped
Dispose of a opp take his ass to the dump
He a foolish lil boy so he is moving like gump
Them bags be ten but they going

It's gonna be alright 
My soul dies inside 
Every time you lie 
I know what it's like 
It's gonna be a Long Night 3X
(Outro)

the window
Anyway the wind blow it come ten fold
Must be the season of the info!
And sometimes I talk to the trees
I'm a dope fucking rapper
And I'm not trying

Damn
You no I did you wrong and everything but I
I just want u to know that I need you back by my side
and there ain't nothing like to do now I just

Hey, Julia Stiles, save the last dance
(What?)
Second glance, thirty birds in a bundle
Only three stay forever, that's ten percent
(Ten percent)
I can do

manage

I am sipping on my coffee, and I’m hoping for a bright sky, not every day will be so, so I cant fix it by getting high

Yes I’m unique, a dapper

somethin',
I'm still young and on a search for romance,
if music's playin, ill see you at a glance
If you by yourself, i'll take my chance
i'll reach my hand

of the streets
Remember sliding with them thirties
Now we all on tv
We be standing on the couches fucking up vip
Used to standing on the block
Dirty three x tee

News
I got you written by your boy MP
Who be eating siete mares while Im cruising seven seas
Then I hop on 10 speeds riding through the island breeze