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got much to lose
Know I'm right 'cause I played by the rules
So psyched 'cause I'm way past the cruise
On the edge of tomorrow like I'm Cruise
I got

Uh, aye Lefty I swear this shit crazy

Uh yeah, yeah

Feel like that moth to the flame that was burned by the fire

We a match made in heaven like

perfect
You dug my pitch, and I haven’t seen a curve yet
Cuz I’d rather drown by going deep beneath your surface
See... I know that we don’t speak that much

surprise.

All of my life feelings of rage,
Surrounded by sadness corrupting my brain.
I can not understand
Insane.

Pudgy and short the extent of my luck,

body we're driven by the beat
An overwhelming joy as we strike a melody

How can I speak when I can't find sufficient words ?
Love and affection sound

won't

Shouts out everybody who just didn't wanna feature
Cause I'm here now and it's sweeter
Knowing I ain't even need ya
Listen, by definition, I'm what

your surface tension
And bleed that gold mine
Eyes wide stare when we ride by theirs
Time flies whenever we drive by here
See the night sky flicker into

aside
Your only love dead by your foul jealous pride

Collecting the pieces
To toss on your top shelf
Building a facade to stroke an undeserving ego
Stuck

To be put to work to glaze a surface
The leaving of each hand stroke
Immediately cool and harden
The shell cracks and falls off
Exposing various colors

K.G.:

Uh, aye Lefty I swear this shit crazy

Uh yeah, yeah

Feel like that moth to the flame that was burned by the fire

We a match made in heaven

while I slowly grow old
But they say that freedom's good least that's what I'm told

Looks can be deceiving on the surface I'm me
But deep below I'm in

Water kiss
Abiogenesis
Bubbles to the surface
And breathes in
Artist's stroke
Big bang under the ocean
Whirlpool of bones
Blossoming

Let the living

game til my chain glisten
Hol up, hol up
Plotting til perfect
Ive been trapped in the circus
I cant fall back to the surface
Looking like Sommer Ray how

poker
You weather storms like Al Roker
Helpless like a cuck watching his wife as another stroke her
Dying internally
No one is here to burn with thee

how you my opponent  

If yeen know by now 
I'm bout to show you how I'm comin
Speak my mind every line so dey know I ain't bluffin
She ain't a queen

meant to me
If not for growing up, or moving on
Or oceans I can't cross
I'll take to pen and paper
Stroke these metal strings
To express my hopes, my

never me VERSUS him or vice versa
My lyrics and his melodies only depicts the surface
It’s the wordless silent subsurface of two souls put together
By how

service
Can't just a book by what's on it's surface
I'm so quiet I should make you nervous
Send out a PSA nigga this here's urgent
Uh
Can you hear me now
Uh

Thriving on impressions
First, second, so on
And barely brush the surface
Still, each stroke says enough
That all anyone offers
Is tainted

to perpetrate
Sit at your table like they ready for a dinner plate
Aint made a contribution
At like they same you in
Who in yo kitchen dishing that product by

certain nigga

They say I'm charged up
By default that's my state of mind
The maximum is 20 niggas praying for like eight to nine
All my niggas

Tensions hot
This bird given me heat stroke



This a daily playlist
Girl
We crazy
Summer heavy by the lake
Hazy in the 80s
On my Southside the 
Only place

and get paid


On the surface it look plain
Look inside you see the pain

Keepin it g the whole band
tryna succeed build my brand
They wanna eat but don't

career
Way I lay it down she wann' pay me for the year
Know I got my game up
Stroke her like a paintbrush 
cin't a girl I can't 
She bad yea she dangerous