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Feel the level of this mellow vibration
An instrumental that matches my wavelength
Yes now you are tuned into my station
Let my occupation take over

order and then like fuck around with it
Like, like spoke step it or like try to make like an EDM beat

Yeah
Avicii style
Yeah, like a party song with

INSTRUMENTAL

		Written by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.

Verse :	Since you and I ain’t made no music yet
		The tension builds the deeper that we get
		We

wanna stay with me
Trying to set levels like Avicii
So I'm doing John Cena you can't see me
Trying to see p's in my black CP beanie
Trying to escape be

drive? I won't release this pedal
Until my money reach Avicii levels
I'll just keep grindin'
Till this game mine and
I believe I'm the greatest
I believe

be squirting like inkling
Im in the precinct got levels like im avicii
I drop three points of molly in my fiji
Pussy like seaworld i need a squeegee
Im

I fell in love with the devil
She took all of me and I thought she was special
Whole time you playing on me instrumental
I wish I could say that I

got rum and coke in her cup 
Bet by the end tonight we gon fuck
Im riding round in my ends 
Smoking weed in the Benz 
No respect for the feds 
AFG

Ready for delivery
I'm about to go Postman Pat, I'm 'bout to make you feel the heat!
The levels I'm on, Avicii don't touch it
I get the good feeling that

B t S
And thats by these standards
Beat the streets
Straight looney tunes Kush and fruit loops
This instrumental is amazing and this weed is too

Swinging on the swings we little
Take me to another level
Blow me in the breeze to the meadows
By the sea playing instrumentals
We won't die won't never let

Are you a rebel or do you stand by fundamentals?
My level, completely destroy instrumentals
Be gentle, I’m way too resentful
2 Years I might be

got big plans baby on another level
Lately i've been having conversations with the devil
Stressing in my mind rapping on a instrumental
I be making

life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got

em' (uh) I'm a get em

[Verse:]
I'm very instrumental, to any instrumental; you ain't
on my level my nigga, even a little
You at the bottom, not even

a level so where is my medal
And I’m heating up now you can hear the kettle
I hope you rocking with me no heavy metal
Vibey instrumental don’t get

on a staircase, writing to instrumentals
Levels, from the looks of it, there’s no back pedal
Settle, to be in this place, I wouldn’t let you
Potential, since you

room
Cause no one can step to my level when I'm in the mood
Aye when I'm in the mood, I treat instrumentals like food
I love myself more than you do, I

hate
They ain't on my level so that shit can never escalate
And I never hesitate
Leave the bullshit separate
You lookin' for dope, well you can find it

rhyming on these instrumentals
Reported stories through recordings from the very start
And these levels in the game not for the faint of heart
Was hard

Class Of Deja

D Double E

Class of Deja

2019

Ooh-ooh
Dirty-ty
That's me, me
Bidi-bubup

Dem ah pree me, I can see angles
Get money, get snakes by your ankles
Any cobras can get handled

By surprise and
Id be lying
If I said that I ain't even trying
Imma slide
Aye
I just talked to
(Who?)
She down to ride
Aye
Dive in
Look at my phone
Got

and potential
But I'm back from the depths, gettin' wild on instrumentals

I'm official
Pin stripes wit' the whistle
Been nice wit' the pencil
Big lights is my

(CashMoneyAp)
(VanDough)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
Niggas hatin’, I’m just screamin’, oh well (That’s oh well)
I’m movin’