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Got lungs
Chant rise
Love her
Round eyes
Push me
And get me back on time
Her magic glance suffice
She got to take a walk on my side
Can't stop 'til

You ain’t get no head start
And you ain’t really bout it (No no no)
Model bitches in my crib , walking round they 'bout it (Woah)
20 bands I unbox, all

Like it's a payback made it rain dance with the vvs on my wrist
With a sound cloud that's loud smoke riding round town
I need it mean it ehhh
When I want

cake from my kids
A whole different story
I wake up and pray to my god
He get the glory
King round this bitch like Mufasa
You niggas be hollering but

Imma get drunk till I fucking black out 
I won't give up I don't fucking need you 'round 
Call your bitch up 'cause you know it's going down yeah

We move like bandits take man's candy 
Scoring points like Ramsay the van comes handy meet by Grandby Scousers moving Frantic 
I don't like snoozing

Funeral
Whoooaa
Funeral
Ohhh
Funeral
Its your funeral
Its your
Dont kiss and tell I keep my Goddess to myself
I got some homies round the way that

Well I'mma start it off by coming clean
I know I'm not the guy I'm supposed to be
But the universe ain't built for me
So how do you expect it coming

Yeah ah ah ah
Please don't come round here
I'm tryna save you
Nigga I'm tryna save you
Don't you say you love me
If you don't trust me
Niggas claim

I love Christmas, and candle light
Sitting by the fire on a cold winter night

Wrapping presents, caroling
I love seeing all the joy Christmas brings

I gave chances I came with no army

Used to be boys but u see now we waring
I might slide round and shoot with no sorries

Montague Marshes we been

that they can see
See what's wrong with me
I'm going round (oh no)
And round (oh no)
Round (oh no)
Walk alone
Okay so listen
I broke alone I wonder how

yo cousin
Mane I'm like fuck him
I been above him
What cause these niggas fake ness come round me and show a grin
You don't like me I don't like him

Hula hoopsing round round round
We running in circles, I don't know why
You always stuck right in my mind mind mind
You take me for a drive
Instead

I've been running round
Looking at my self again
And I realized that I fucking hate him
Always argue with man in the mirror
Nothing ever seems to get

live, oh we live, by the Spirit from the Breath
And we will rest, oh I will rest, there with you

There's a lot of rumors going 'round
In this small town,

week left him toe tagged

Ain't ashamed to say I did some thangs for this
Counting up this money With the gang and shit
Everybody round me know they

Written By: Mikayla Lane, John Conrad

You’ve been looking out the window since the rain started
Like you wanna find a way to make it disappear
I’ve

Come on down people
Gather round people
Take some time as you pass on your way

Listen close 
For a minute at most while I
Pass on a post you won't

Palm trees on my mind, I don't want to die
I've been summoned by you
I've been so alone, I don't want to die
I've been thinking on you, since I was

the devil in his hands 
Forcing the innocent child to expire 
Hand round her neck she'll forget what's next 
She won't even put up a fight 

He don't like

turned into a ghost
Was really down bad walking round with no hope
Eating pop tarts was the only way to cope

Free shit free shit everybody just want free

followed up by no follow through

N'why must I leave here knowin that I lose in the end 
N'why must I leave here without ever seein round the bend

it's called a cycle
It just goes round and round
Like a telephone dial
Or the most depressing Mary go round

How cliche can I get?
Oh, woe is me I'm sad!