Bagup (feat. Dahsen)

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Amusia is a musical disorder that appears mainly as a defect in processing pitch but also encompasses musical memory and recognition. Two main classifications of amusia exist: acquired amusia, which occurs as a result of brain damage, and congenital amusia, which results from a music-processing anomaly present since birth. Studies have shown that congenital amusia is a deficit in fine-grained pitch discrimination and that 4% of the population has this disorder. Acquired amusia may take several forms. Patients with brain damage may experience the loss of ability to produce musical sounds while sparing speech, much like aphasics lose speech selectively but can sometimes still sing. Other forms of amusia may affect specific sub-processes of music processing. Cur… more »

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Yeah, I just went and fucked the bag up
Yeah, counting these racks all day, finna rack up
Stack up, uh, Stack up, uh
I am never relaxin', uh, I am never relaxin'
Huh, these boys fake they actin'
(Wow that's pretty cool)
F*ck up the bag, f*ck up the bag, yeah
I'm finna spend and make it right back, huh, yeah, huh
I just went popped a lil' shit relax, yeah, huh
I just went popped a lil' shit relax
I'm just fucking the bag, fucking the bag up
Ah, get in the stash, getting my stacks up (Aye)
I'm just counting the racks, getting the rack up
(Yeah, what?) F*ck up the bag, fucking the bag up
All of these dimes, quarter to three
I ain't got time if you know what I mean (Mean)
Rolling so deep with the clique (Yuh)
I been too far gone with the hits
Pardon the switch but I don't be fucking with foolery (Foolery)
All of them act like they schooling me (Schooling me)
Who is the tutor? I am the ruler
Measure a man by the eulogy
Life before death, eyes closing like the casket, I'm thrashing
Hate when bitches asking me pass it, it's all to myself (All to myself)
Room spinning I'm calling it Hell (Calling it Hell)
I'd rather live 'til I die (Live 'til I die), see I'm stuck if I rot in cell (Nah, nah)
Queen that I'm loving on, bee with honey
I'm fiending for something strong, trees in the fucking bong (Trees in the fucking bong)
Demons I'm running from (Aye, aye)
They catching up when the summer's gone (F*ck)
Winter as the cold as the heart on the sleeve, not in the chest
F*ck with the best
All of the money is pumped through the veins when I flex (Veins when I flex)
Bless
I'm just fucking the bag, fucking the bag up
Ah, get in the stash, getting my stacks up
I'm just counting the racks, getting the rack up, yuh
F*ck up the bag, fucking the bag up
Huh, these boys fake they actin'
Yeah, I just went and fucked the bag up
Yeah, counting these racks all day, finna rack up
Stack up, uh, Stack up, uh
I am never relaxin', uh, I am never relaxin'
Huh, these boys fake they actin'

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