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On the streets, in the club, everyone's preoccupied
Living lives that are so out of touch
But you and I, we gotta let ourselves go
Break free from

had inside 
You let this bitch take it away 

Fuck everybody 
Run right to the streets 
To heal the pain 
Streets don't love  nobody 
Niggas out here

Long Beach in CALI-FORN-I-A
Hey! Much love to the Golden State
Let’s shift gears and bring it back to the Empire State
West Side we reside by the five

the case
Let's celebrate
Roll up a Do-Si-Dos
Got 60,000 in Pay Pal I let it overflow
One thing that I hate is a rat nigga
And a nosey hoe
I bat bitches

Doo-wa-doo-wa woo-woo
doo-wa-doo-wa woo
Juny.
Let's just go back, Juny.
It's the haunted house,
haunted house, 
haunted house.
It's the haunted house.

this
Cats givin' pounds, showin' love
No pettiness, women are all queens
Everybody able to come up, ain't no strugglin'
It's all love, let me take y'all

Eastside Lights/Hold You
Written by Ja'Rahn Leveston

Eastside lights cast our shadows 
Against the pavement no we don’t feel
Yea we’re just roaming

to celebrate
Don't use the lightened sidewalks
Something's wrong with tonight

We are devils on the run now
Day by day
Let the darkness dance alone now
We lead

time I see you a nigga want to celebrate
Let's go on a dinner date
Don't worry bout what the cost is
Shit hit different when you riding 'round with

y'all when I blaze by
Without apology the best I got to be
Set me up, leave the shot to me
Let's party up don't talk to me!
When it comes to rockets, I'm

Had to do it, the 90's are back
Mega, Ran, let's go
This is Mutant Music, spark the revolution, do this
This is Mutant Music, X-Men, yes, it is

like this
We timeless, You boys are on some fly by night shit

I gotta make some money, Man I wanna buy some nice shit
Don't get it twisted homie, You

aggravated 'cause I'm activated 
They're demotivated battling dark angels in medulla
But anyway, let's celebrate to better days
The enemies forever hate

Me, Fuck me, Ali's a giant
There's no way other fighters can match him
He a die for this shit
I'm not gonna die for this
I'm not street by any means

aint got nothing but love but thatll get you killed
Cold part about it cuh a nigga that probably let you live
Celebrate between the lines and you will be

know that you will make my life complete
Cause I know that you will make my life complete
On the streets I made a name, my lady knew me by Migel
Things

dots through the living room window nigga while your kids watch Sesame Street
The grim reaper and Freddy Krueger can't fuck with me
Assassinate you Nigga

weapon Because Heaven is the goal
Heaven is the goal, Heaven is the goal
God is in control, let His people know
Take care of your souls And we'll celebrate

Big bag talk JuuHurr (talk that talk)
Bag Talk (Lets Go)

Chorus
Five star hotel, Goyard for the belt.
Young nigga stay flexing, made it up out

gettin’ my shot off
Inspired by street legends, I plan on puttin’ my block on
My follow through is nice, nigga, check the shit I done rocked on
From

dancing, Let's get smashin

friends celebrate, here come afro with the bass, here's your drinks, party plates, raise toast in the place
yall know it's us,

every time
His light is so amazing
His glory sublime
We should not just celebrate
His birth once a year
But let's rejoice every day
His birth is sacred

rhyme on and rhyme on
Let bygones be bygones, can't reach the level I'm on

Out here chasing these dreams up in theses streets
Got get it by any

All alone I anticipate the first fresh blade of green
The young hydrangea blue, in bloom
Pink rhododendron too will all be gone by June
But now that