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off at his bus stop walking up the road
A 5 minute journey to his working class home 
Weave through the concrete maze mutter bars in in street slang

I wake up at 4:51
Then I snooze nine minutes
And get up at 5
Then I get it done
I wake up at 4:51
Then I snooze nine minutes
And get up at 5
Then I

damn we ain't heard
From you in a minute
Shit get great from my present
See bitch I'm gifted
They said it's only right they callin'
Me cold see I'm

it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel

Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel

Well John

on Cassidy and
A scuffle breaks out between
The entourages and delays the battle
For just over five minutes

You get ya jammed up, I got my blue bands up
I'll

We be in the back blowin' mad smoke
Take it where it can't go
They been talkin' all that shit but where they at doe?
On the grind for a minute, where

us chillin in the back of the whip
Now Nothin sexually
lovin the energy
But once she give me the green
Then I’ll proceed with speed
By any means
Not

Oh, I feel much better.
FATHER:  You fell out of the cold tower, you creep!
HERBERT:  No, I was saved at the last minute.
FATHER:  How?!
HERBERT:  Well,

Cass was the youngest and most
Beautiful of 5 sisters
Cass was the most beautiful girl in town
1/2 Indian with a supple and strange body
A snake-like

to get it
No more minutes wasting, only playing like a game, like I'm dangerous
Hold a set, y'all cold sweatin' waking up
Back stabbing motherfuckers,

it's too late

Feds trying run his plates shorty took him on a chase
It ain't last that long took five minutes to escape nigga still fighting a whole

industry dead ass, or is he!

Five minutes and fiftynine seconds gone by
Are you really ready for this lyrical high?
We can shoot without bullets, D F

on TV"

One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime

the nipple print shirt
Is she happy to see me or is it cold out? (Wait a minute)
I got chicks in my section (Wait a minute)
I got drinks in my section (Wait

definitive and cold cut
I can't hold that for no one

Hit em with a little bit of wait a minute
Hold up
Hit em with a little bit of wait a minute
Hold up
Hold

on the message
I defy physics, physicking
You won't catch me sittin' unless there ain't need of movement Idle, I move, pivot
The norm isn't—minute but minutes

breath of that weed he got rolled in his swisher 
Inhale, exhale slow
In hell is where he living ain't got nowhere to go
Still he's driven, by this vision

lives
They had 9 shots, and they hit
Now I'm ghosting, while they boasting
Till I shoot my shot and it click click click
They driven by bringing us down

even said I would never amount to anything
Still passed, buss uni until I was sick on benefits
Don’t be fooled by what you see on Channel 5
You’d be

the afterlife ran
By some toad god?

Top of the butte 
City's so loud
Watch the puffy white lines 
Cuttin' through the purple sky 
Javelins of clouds
Lately it's

Lost at C

Canibus

2000 B.C.

2000

driven 
The drive comes from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spirit 
Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with nitrogen in 'em

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

umbrella through the rain 
heart so cold, hope you forget my name 
i don't care where i'm at today
if you wanna be with me say it to my face
5 minutes till i

sane
And there were five of us, each one a facet of myself
No one that guided us, but we were standing by ourselves
I am not crazy, but acceptance won't