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and it's been a while since I was scared
and though it's easier when you're not here
I couldn't get by on my own, not

licks since fifteen
By all means get your greens
I'm a man of means
Just got back from quarantine
Rover was forest green
Or collard green

Now I got

When you said your last goodbye
I went straight home and phoned another guy
I hate myself for what I chose to do
But I'd self-destruct to get over

They won't care until you're dead
Shit atleast that's what I read
All these thoughts inside my head
Might get blown out with the lead
These days all

never get to work
Met a man in pink, and I think he said 
"You'd be better off dead than to see me in red."
He's a silver fox fit for the silver screen
He

Step by step
Closer we get
So tell me what’s next
Who got best?
You do, you too!
They ain't walk a mile in ur shoe
Nobody badder than you
And nobody

whoop-diddy-do
Why you pretendin' that you makin' ends When I bet you got debt flyin' out the wazoo
You got that ice on your wrist Thinkin' that you the shit

her in the room
Yea she bad, bad, bad
Imma fuck her by the pool
Let's not waste more time
Don't waste the night
I'll get you right
I'll blow your back

for real
Don't care to ask how am i doing for real
For real
I see the thing that some niggers still do
Heating on you when they behind your back
Smiling

Even when I'm not with you girl
You're nеver alone (yeah, yeah)


Day dreamin' with you in my room
Day dreamin' of what we might do

I wanna keep you by

like reciprocals.
But I ain’t talking shit our lives are hard enough.
We all be fighting demons that solely come out  in times when life gets rough.
But

Paparazzi

Xzibit

At the Speed of Life

1996

The niggas that was real and the niggas that was scared as fuck
It's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain't really real, I can tell when I look

a thick stupor
Move from the hip like a sixshooter
Bang! Bang bang bang bro
My vros
You're here to do what you couldn't do at your damn home
So you packed

like a drive by
Ain't no time that bread is ours
We steady kneading that dough
When we're done it's eight figures
When you're booking me for your show
We

Hold on
I'll be home soon
'Cause I know
There's nothing more that you can do

When suddenly, it all fades to black
Suddenly, it all goes away

Jag Off

Zebrahead

Zebrahead

1998

never home
I called ten times today, I guess you weren't alone
I'm back again, some things that I need to do
I need to borrow your car, I'll get it

It isn't fair that your walls and your windows get to see
How you smile when you dream and who's laying beside
If I were the ceiling I'd collapse

come home
And she don't come back
And then get lost up in the woods and with no backpack
And I've been hurting in all the wrong places
So I thought she'd

the way, don't know if I mentioned
I told 'em, I'm not made of money, you're having a laugh
Two homes and a Rover, comes from hard graft
I'm not minted, I

know these waters like the back of my hand
i guess we've sprung a leak
patching up the holes brought me closer to you

when we get to shore
i'll take

You start a little conversation now
You seem alright, then I call you up when I get home
I know longer go on first dates
I tell a joke, you play

Get on the Train

God Street Wine

Red

1996

here's what I'll do if I ever get rich
Gonna take off this collar and get me a bitch
And run when my master says "heel"
And I said you're just a dog,

stop
Because you're forcing the tears

D O N K E Y B O Y

I say that ive been waiting
For someone to save me
But i am so repulsed
By who ive become

I

This Will Be Worth It

The Elected

Bury Me in My Rings

2011

The wish you have more time, don’t wait home
Get a little some fish sometimes
The day, run on by, by by
And the nightmares cold like some kind