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be my outlet 
Shoutout to dad, I finna be man you never would be
Shout out to people don't notice me, it all good
Thank for that, seen world all

fly
Too much and I die
Icarus fly by
Fake wings made of wax
Fake rings heart attack
Bad breath and all that
Those good intents never last
This is

with
Been saying you good, but your future was foretold
Cuz drug’s the shit that you can never control
A pill after pill you finally found a satisfaction

Noon

Courage builds, now I step in
With the Code Duello, we form the ring
Perpetual stares, ascending hairs
The good, the bad, the mad
We all face off

breath again
Girl you know I’m your blessing
And for you I go extra
Somebody lied when they said good things don’t last forever
Me and you cutting up bad

good money just playing on the street
It's not too bad, and I'm learnin a ton
And I enjoy singin underneath the hot Nevada sun
The seasons are changin

Flat bill
Robin Hood
Cash Here
Stolen Goods
If it’s bout the bag
You’ll get checked
Stan the flag that we rep
Hollywood
Everybody moves to Hollywood

Mhmm
Puffin' on the volume turn it down, nuh uhhh
Yeah, If you hear him knocking boy then let him in
The beats is breaking bad like the glass

And I know that I'm not worthy 
I don't deserve it but you're still God 
And you're still good 
No matter how bad are my odds
So here I am a Broken Man

Is that cold hearted?

Why do we love at all if it all comes to an end?
Why do we fall in love if we could fall again?

Bad news next I guess that this

percentage
I make this music to draw the line
Just stay between good and bad and you'll be fine
And when you read between these rhymes
You'll see a broken man

to the few relatives that care
To my closest friends, even to the ones who call me a friend 
But don't really bother, but clicks "Like" on Facebook just

a sack, panic attack
My head hurts so much I lost track
I can't go back, I lack the mack
I slink off to die like a cat

Golden boy, with a bad choice
I want

a plenty
Your lyrics no realer than counterfeit twenties
I'm livin my life through good bad and ugly
I did it myself what can you take from me
I aint slept

them think that shit sweet
I gotta jug of the bitch
Then its go time to hit a lick
I got them rocks on my wrist
Walking around with a knot 
Kick that bih

made by Sarz
Too much gold like a circle pack
Can’t catch the line cause you ain’t that smart
Imma take it to the front, imma bring it to the back
I hope

Screen capture
This image
It'll last forever
I'm from the wavy city
Blazing that warmth weather
Roller skaters
Bike riders
Or Back packers
Who's

I've mistaken friends for lovers today
As if it was normal anyway
I fell for acting like she wanted to stay
Turning love into hate but in a good way

teaching kids a fucking lie
That compromise is better than what's best
The only good ideas are ones that are kinda bad but kinda fun
But I'm a violent

as you cling on to all the good times that you've had
'cause being alone isn't really all that bad.

don't ever tell anyone anything
or else you'll wind up

like a chain
Don't know how to drive But I stay in my lane 
She good in school so I'm digging her brain 
Blood on yo shirt Boy you really a stain
Like

knowing who is wrong, but I know I'm not right.

Made some bad decisions, I had good intentions to keep.

But if I keep on crying, maybe I'll cry myself

that by my verses 
One fine day imma autograph those jerseys
Boys out here popping percy's
End up not gettin jerky's
Visiting em nurses going for rehab

shooting up some dope
He's got a couple bitches going off the zo

Benzedrine and sip mescaline
They fucked up real bad but can't be seen
Until bitches