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to black
When I'm on my lyrical attack

These the memoirs of a poet baccalaureate
Bleeding through scars I show off for the sport of it
I'm a strange man now

my baccalaureate's in back woods
Threw her in a rental
Had her thinking that I'm batman
Better not throw round no booty baby you gone get ya bak ran
I

immaculate
I'm an international baccalaureate
Huh, where you been bro? Yes you been broke
I know you slept while I
Wrote 'til my pen broke
Now I'm lookin

sons with fathers
When they visit, people bite they tongue the hardest
Magnet programs, baccalaureate
Illinois, Texas, Californian
Half a hand drum,

was my inspiration
How'd I get through baccalaureate? I let my mind take it
At times I'm just the shell for the creative me
I step back and let my mind

shit sweet but saccharides
Your baccalaureate is no match for the mastermind, it's pastor time (Preach)
Cracking open the tomes
Realigning my crown

Anywhere the marijuana
You can find me there
International but
Not a baccalaureate 
Probably super rude and zooted
I ain't sorry yet
Statty wagon turn into

Graduation I've been untouchable the pen to the page
Baccalaureate, my performances chanting my name
Embracing love giving inspiration singin' bout our pain

Sign my baccalaureate
Forty credit clip
Ready to ship
Show me something I can hit

The poetry is broken
Reduced it to a slogan
Pigeon hole graffiti

honor list
I snatched a baccalaureate
And now i’m sailing this ship

I still don’t know where I’m going
But know that if I keep working
I’ll end up rich

of jealous candour
Never liked the words you use for that
My Baccalaureate no longer beneath you
And you couldn't find my pleasure if I drew a map
And oh my

the corps show up
On blind corners we trynna help our sons grow up
Without resorting to the ski mask but baccalaureates
So they'd be objects of a government

The baccalaureate is out the more he's in

I'm lying to strangers' faces
Pretending to be a pianist
Convincing them that I'm famous
"Yeah, I've played both Bach

Baccalaureate story of a Poet Laureate 
Euphoria pouring out my pores until the worry sets
Morph aporias until the boring gets harmonious 
My clips weight a ton

glory. Yellin', cussin' yet still bore me.

I think three years is appropriate. For distracting from my thoughts and baccalaureate,

Nah, all jokin' aside,

Gümligen with Sudafed
That snow it turned to a pulp
Silence echoed 'round me
Every time that lady spoke
It's plastic covered sofa baccalaureate
I was