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all the time.
You ain't nothing but a tuna.
Swimming all the time.
Well you ain't ever been caught
But you'll soon be tinned in brine.

What if God was

Where do these things come from?
And why do they appear?
And what am I to do with them?

Through candy-floss clouds
And sounds of laughter
Tinned

a hole
Back out I'll roll
With even less heat
Than a tinned meatball

I'm cold, I'm old
Snapping off digits
So I can hold
Together with rivets
Duct tape

a private jet so I can plan a world charter
They want me in the ground or canned like tinned tomatoes

Fuck repentance I'm past it
Why don't you love me like

Pakistan tinned fish from the corner
The matriarch broken, the heavy load of payments y'all owe 'em
You still got time to be petty, outspoken
Smell

again

Take me back, once again
Up the river to that red tinned roof
That old farm house just up over from the river bend
Singing out those old songs

bins
Tinned fish bread on baked beans
Timberland boots fresh kicks
Never get fooled by police
Without a permanent lease
I want a house from the land

niggas underneath me, feel like Egypt
In a drop top with no ceiling, I feel like livin' (Yeah)
Oh you can't see my image, the windows tinned
Ridin' my

Two-faced, Big waste

Sleep-in, Don't brush, Don't flush, Lost hope
Just dope, Tinned food, Get stewed, Turn on
C.D., Tune in, T.V., Drop out
O.D., Bad luck,

and go get it
Ride fast in da car
Y'all nigga know we at it
Windows tinned
Beyond that, you know im always in it
I Don't see nobody
I Don't see nobody
I

to those sad faces
I'm prepared to be the voice of all you fake beings
With your minds tinned like bake beans
Why you acting like babies
At the beginning you

DOG I DON'T NEED A REASON 
REASON, RE, THEM SELL OUT LIKE, TINNED FOOD IN HURRICANE SEASON 

MAN WAS THINKING FINALLY CASHH IS GONE NOW I'M IN

Pull up Skrt Skrt, windows be tinned
You want the Lo, No
Little bae I can't go
Just stop it it's none of your business
These bitches be crying, all on my

and the windows be tinned
I pull up in traffic don't know who be in it
Nigga you not one us tell me how can I trust
You ain't kin to me nigga we different
I be like

tinned soup I hoarded by the ton
Yeah, I've already lived here far too long

I could die happy on my yacht in San Tropez (So long)
Or freedom fighting in

tinned tomato
Chef'd up wirth the old passata
Them man move cloak & dagger
Fat-cap Montana Chrome
Ten bags on smoked burrata
I spread love like sobrasada

Tinned roof, wood deck, beach store café
I pick my table as Nicole stumbles in, and I
Gaze at her across my omelet & smoothie
She's all brass

stretch out my rod
And part your Red Sea
For my children to cross

But I am just Kubolor
So please call me wen you are through
Your cycle
Selling tinned

through
I was in the can like tinned food
Tryna put rocks in the watch
I am not friendly with Cops
They told me to squat 
They told me to cough 
They're

left to fill this empty hole inside with

Drunk with no Tennessees'
Tinned up so preciously
Made it that far
Goodfella's no clemency
Where does it go all

private

gottem all sick now 
hatin on me cuz im rich rich
look at my wrist now i got diamonds in it
windows tinned 
gotta watch for ops you know they get

They call me machine
They call me 'tinned brain'
They call me a betrayer of human race
Their jealous faces all look at me
But they don't see

[IM]

I

Am I alive to romanticise the past?
Repulsive like cold hands on a stomach
or a breath of tinned tuna
Comforting like brick walls holding together

Come follow me but I'm not ready
Singing read songs writ in rocksteady
Tell the truth the attentions wore me out
Eyes fixed on me like a tinned