All These Fights

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Picky V

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Yeah Just breathe in deep
And don’t let it go
See I’m feeling this beat
So fill up tha
Fill up tha bowl
Like
F*ck all these fights
Just to write these songs
I’m almost gone
So just find the light
I’m so long and shite for
Bongs and pipes
Will not kill, now I don’t want to
A window sill proud to haunt through
Below or above, a meow to taunt too
Kilos of love, God astound the saunt he threw
A free flowing dove that stopped round when I was blue
Pree on the past, rock away what is true
The key to my mask locked it stays without you
Really can’t ask to flock away and choose me
Live out your days be one not two seas
See leaves rise thru your mind true queen
Give every line inside mine
For every tear to ever leave your eyes
If doubt floats alive
Call him: dumb full of lies
Shout and run, rise from the rum
Pull from the ties that fry in the sun
So it’s cool when I’ve died bye and hi to my Mum
As long as I side bright
No wrongs for my funds
Throw bongs outta sight
And go write for the one
But I’m sorry my Hun
I can’t help but light up a big phat one
And another one
Till I’m just gone
Cause see
Mad hoes can ask Billy i’m dandy
My nose white and Grim from Mandy
Cause with these lines i’m not choked up on life
Just mad smiling, some dope in my pipe
Like where is the light
Before I can write
Ca man got that cred tho
Toking and croaking they calling me Fredo
30P?
Nah fam
I breathe
30 G’s of cheese
Like jeeze, oh jeeze, oh jeeeeeze
Yeah manna jus spray
That ting
With febrezze cause gal
These fights, these fights
Just to write these songs
I’m almost gone
So just find the light
I’m so long an shite
For bongs an pipes
And Now I’m gone
Open my eyes
I'm a sick f*ck lemme die
Sit up from dreaming and cry
No word of a lie gimme ya pinky
What you could see in our minds
Man would say minkey
But ima stay trippy like Binkey
Headphones on like I'm sinking
Hit pigs Hardy i'm Bronson
Hit me like Vardy not stoppin
My bed is my coffin
Day after day feel I'm nothin
That's why I'm lazy and coughin
Robbie got nottin on rotten
Phrase for my lungs another problem
Haze in my bong brother that's often
Bae why you vex?
It is no option!
Get bare stressed
Cause I think bout your ex
So smoke a big spliff after these functions
Eeny meany miney mo
Just switch the method to change my flows
And Breathe in deeply and don’t let it go
See i’m feelin this beat
So fill up tha, fill up tha
No.. nah
Cause Gal
You’re so right, so right
I’m so fucking wrong
All these bloody fights
Just to write these songs
I’m almost gone
So just find my light
I’m so long an shite for..
Nahhh nah.. f*ck that cause
Gal I care, but I haven’t this year
I stare cause I fear I’ll feel tears
So do I dare to conceal who steers me so real
Speaks in my ear to seek what the deal
But still, I lash out inside like:
FOR REAL!?
Gal could never be mine
So find the grass and pick up the wine for my glass
And I be fine
Another mask reminder
But you shine past any line or grinder
Old me would say kinda
Girl you are the kind to find the last of my passion
Nae fiends crashing it and nae pedo staches
19 I’ll be an eagle signed with this rappin
And people think I’m fappin ca they ain’t haunted
Worplay n’ flow is all a nigga wanted
But heard: ‘ay’ for the dough and some mumble Wiggas flaunted
Now the game all haltered
Stumble for my weed
Smoke n’ pray shit get sorted

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