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fucked the environment up and now its time to prove
The same way we broke it we can find a way to patch it altogether again

Or eleven years we'll start
I could flood the watch I got the panoramic roof
Like I just said I'll fuck the drop up
Countin' blues on blues on blues on blues on blues
I just
my knees
You know I've never been one to plead, but this called for desperate  measures
Your dull remarks to me are keen, my hands covered up by
the morning take two of these
Blue and greens, by any means you a fiend
Shoot him up with music like New Orleans
Talking that patois, Mardi Gras, hardy har
You
And I'mma keep on thuggin 'til
The day I DIE! (yeah) Oh yeah (yeah)
(yeah! yeah! yeah)

Unstoppable, yo, Maino!
Ran up in Atlantic, told 'em let me go
Smack
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
below
Way up the river we go.

This ol' riverboat walkin' by the levee
Keep her steady as you go
Think I hear the captain say,
Full ahead we're
I will remember the days when I'm young...

Here's a story about the Whole Nine Yards
Me and Seane and Ash were raised by Moms
Didn't have much but
(Rainbow Starr)
And it's Emma Frost on the track
It's the same person what you know about that
Because you gotta DIY when you're a trans girl
Because
do up]
Love dissolved by Haitian sun
Did South Atlantic bring plague?
What evil ocean brought plague? 

Plague flew up from an ocean
From satan's
Movin' on and it's my time
You never were a friend of mine
Hurt at first, a little bit
But now I'm so over
I'm so over it

(Oh) don't call, don't
Movin' on and it's my time
You never were a friend of mine
Hurt at first, a little bit
But now I'm so over
I'm so over it

(Oh) don't call, don't
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
The hip hip hop and you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang-bang, boogie, say up jump the boogie
serving up nourishment for your mind's eye
Provided by a composition of Fora and Frosstbyte
They can't define this, resorting to put us in a box
Style's so
were my type
I been waitin for the day to fuck you right

And the day’s right now ay
I can't fail
I'm about my dollar bills
Got my bands up
Now she wanna
the water and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I high I better get by because my ally
about to flip that crazy shit
another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some
wanna be with us
Experience the rush
Cause we're bonded by our blood
Oh, I can see us in the night
Movin' side to side
Pull up to the lane lookin' out
on the side
Im sorry but you just my favorite slide
For the night
For the night, yeah
You still hung up on the times that passed you by
Reminiscing on the times
the window-High up into the sky
My head is filled with broken bones and words that dont apply

I had a job as a pianoplayer in a town by the atlantic coast
played
And look at her style and  look how she  moves
Making me wanna go all up on her
And look at her smile she do what she do
Look how she movin' it's
fuckin' past
I just seen you yesterday

By any means was all it ever seemed to be
This reminiscin' with my past has got me
Caught up in a daydream
Stay in
Gotta get myself movin'
When you were young
You could do anything
That you set your mind to
But growing up
Then you start questioning
All the things they
That was me in BK on Atlantic
Never looked both ways, ran in traffic
Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant
Placed where the steel and cement became

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