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JFK
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When I wake up from the storm When I pick up all the change from the game Someone say its the same thing No, it has nothing to do with the gang bang Flowing my thing Feel like I'm from outer space so I look like the same thing No I don't f*ck with the games No I don't f*ck with the flakes Shoving the plate to her face Favoring riding the wave Flavor my paper and take Color my paper then wait Blue face on a Tuesday I just been riding wave F*ck what they all have to say I'm am just paving my way F*ck with my paper my cake Then you get chased away Then you get chased away When I wake up in the storm When I pick up all the change from the game Someone say it's the same thing No it has nothing to do with the gang bang Flowing my thang Feel like I'm from outer space so I look like the same thing No I don't f*ck with the games No I don't f*ck with the flakes But I'm still in it I won But I'm still in it I bust Bustin a nut, oh Feellin like I'm the realest The realest that you've ever fucked Feeling the villainous rush Rushing the game cause it's been a minute and I still haven't bust Living the modern, I feel like instant gratification a must I cannot see what I cannot trust I only trust what I cannot see I've got the feeling of lust How can I feel anything between you and me Last time I did you left me for he Look at the feelings I keep Know that my soul wasn't cheap Know that my soul wasn't cheap Know that I fought him off as long as I could The devil he good to me Grow with the hate in my heart from the things you did You should feel shitty I showed you a 50 You make me regret it I shine you up with me you don't even get it I'm pullin' the trigger Both of us dead in a ditch it don't even matter It don't even matter I'm flipping the bag till I'm making fatter Trichromes amber Double cup in my hand feel like I'm sippin' on Saturn Gypsy on acid Flipping the manuscript Flow is so hazardous Haters they can't even diss My haters cannot even script I'm bout to pour out some drank Hollow tip to my brain Stain on the wall Scared of the fall Die while on top I'm bout to pour out some paint Codeine all in my veins Hating em all Don't compare to ya boi They don't compare to your boi When I wake up from the storm When I pick up all the change from the game Someone say its the same thing No, it has nothing to do with the gang bang Flowing my thing Feel like I'm from outer space so I look like the same thing No I don't f*ck with the games No I don't f*ck with the flakes When I wake up from the storm When I pick up all the change from the game Someone say its the same thing No, it has nothing to do with the gang bang Flowing my thing Feel like I'm from outer space so I look like the same thing No I don't f*ck with the games No I don't f*ck with the flakes Shoving the plate to her face Favoring riding the wave Flavor my paper and take Color my paper then wait Blue face on a Tuesday I just been riding wave F*ck what they all have to say I'm am just paving my way F*ck with my paper my cake Then you get chased away Then you get chased away
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