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I'm so tired of grasping your runoff emotion
It's getting the best of me, making its way to the rest of me, wholly 
Maturing this cancer, I thought

The trees return to green I go outside 
I walk along the sidewalk 
It glimmers in the sunlight 
The runoff from the winter 

The red fence painted

Had her once shes no longer here
Toxic tatted up on my ear
Toxic tatted up on my face
You cant miss i cant erase
Take some haste when you runoff on me

I'm drinking from the garden
Runoff dripping from my teeth
Fertilizer in the market
Anesthetized and clean
Sleeping soundly in my Craftsman
With

on with a pocket full of cash
Runoff on the plug nah we don't do that
I know I shouldn't do it but I do it anyways
Gotta get this money somehow someway

smooth sea
rock
living off a
dirt
and other
unpleasant 
runoff

just like 
that 
I guess i'm out
let your mood
come plummeting down
yeah 
bomb it tonight

know it's a blessing to see a check
Ain't lettin' up steppin on hittas necks
They tryna run-off we ain't finish yet
N we passing out knowledge like

real that's why they runoff
Life be hittin' hard but I gotta stay strong
It ain't wrong
To be alone
Gotta worry bout me
Look in the mirror judge free

and them we the same
Expect for the few I had to cut off
Bills overdue so things kept getting shut off
Always stood my ground was never the type to runoff

I'm stuck
With an odd flavour
What the fuck
Huh
Climbin' till I'm laid atop some glacial rock
Gazin' at the runoff gonna edit life like Mabel Todd
Well

to runoff on the plug my niggas banging nef
Somebody said that they want smoke my niggas cooking up like chef
Nigga on a light day ima ride around with two

And if you black I think you truly got some true power
And they don't want to taste the truth because it's too sour
And I can't trust no nigga that runoff

the 40 Glock it a squash ya ya brains go splatt

Brains go splatt
Run up in the crib where mom and daddy at
Leave 'em wet
Run off with the work never

homie
These biddies on me
And critics on my back
They didn't think that i could rap
They thought that runoffs all i had
I'm a magician i do magic
I got

hands off
I don't rip offs so bitch pay off
Your shit ain't popping
Street lights flashing that's path you'll runoff
Yeah I guess your out of luck
Gun

and runoff in there
Won't get you anywhere

It's not that I can't hear
I just know that I'm deaf
I been killing this shit
Amiri when I step

If i come too

into

Tired in branching rungs under pebbles on the beach
And the sand was infected overtime
Runoff openings where a living thing
Could lay its cotton

fumble
It can really be a brawl turn this shit to royal rumble
Pull up to your city run it up watch me make a couple
Nigga try and runoff with the lope

it's chemical runoff which we suck
There is no globule left to convince an old fetus it's enough
And if I nude pose for one more throat and it's rude

Infectious bacterium
Persuasive delirium
Strawmen pissing in the well
The runoff has the rest of us fevered
And we're sweating blood
Occam's razor begging

Why don't you say something
We made a detour to the coast
Cold April runoff, bitter green
Wade out barefoot and slipping on the blackened debris
Happy

be free
Give it everything you got
Empty wallet I ain't wilding hit the store and pick a lil pocket
Runoff and laugh like that two dollar fifty gon

and the animals that go run-off
This temporary climb up in the letters that you lost son

grease 
Used to run-off blocks fuck it don't need those
Cortisone froze like I don't need those people
They see my life but only thru the peephole
Now these