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tryna get a boost
Counting my XP by the twos
I'm making music like Usain sorry if I lose ya
But I'm making moves
I'm on these tracks like searching for

let our race divide our stance
Plot against each other
Degrade another
I wish people came
With a thirty seconds trailer
So I can see what I'm gettin'

You locked my mind up, felt like in a trailer
I had no time to record, I've been away, yeah (Away, away)
I forgot how to export, she took my paste,

straight through the fake when they’re facing the odds 
I came a long way from the trailer park I had to boss up and take charge ya know 
live by the 48 laws

the times, they turned so bad
His parents lost, all that they had

They were forced, to move away
To the trailer park, by the train

Since he moved, so long

You go by bus, they fly in business.
You get a discount, not the desired necklace.
You avoid defeats, they count their wins.
You control the clock

the scene
Put on your lenses it's getting dirty
On the road to success
You can't take it from me
I stay on point while you feeling sleepy
If you lost in

Wilson's daughter, Jean
They lived out by the trailer park
Behind the Dairy Queen
People said she ran away
But she was just thirteen


	And something rotten

loyalty, ya'll foul as shit
Tryna call me out by name, why you keep hauling shit?
Fix your vows just to talk shit, make fake promises
I don't respond to shit

First Beat and Chupacabra
Written By Tim Lynch

First Beat-Instrumental


Chupacabra

My spirit got the mange and malnutritioned
Now I'm fat as hell

She found love in Minnesota at a lakeside bar and grill
In a girl from Oklahoma running from her family's will
And it's fate or just by chance they

the People
Lessons Lost Faith Deferred
Dreams of Yesterday Reaffirmed
The Vision is for the People
Silent Fears Challenge Passion
Dreams of Today Seen in

steaks wit big joe
My brother kory ward to the plug he was the cord
High powered pepper head right by that corner store
From them spanish boys botanica

Nitas baby 

Nine years old  lost to the streets 
Mommas baby boy kidnapped by unstable family 
Original plan We pack a bag gone tonight 
 But

GET RIGHT Jason M. Jones

Been a travelin' through the city And down by the sea
Windin' through these narrow roads My eyes too tired to see
I pulled

family got played by the father sitting on the couch
Feel like I got stabbed up in his heart, now I'm bleeding out
I just wanna leave this earth for good,

Spend some time in the south seas
Throughout these deep blue waters
Lost in your eyes, fuck a map, I'll be the explorer
I don't wanna go back, let's sail

Lets go slow girl no need to rush
I don't wanna pressure you or make you feel pushed 
cs time goes on we fall in love we make love 
Down by Lost Lake

Head to the lake for a couple of days /See trailers and dogs with just three legs
There's lots of folks walkin' on by /Drinking 40s and all hazy-eyed

after night, night after night

Kenny grew up under the big top, nobody claimed him
A boy wandering lost, found by the clowns
Scribbled on paper

head it could be anybody
So I ain't takin' nothin' for granted, I understand it
inevery planet it's a fantasy of what is real
I keep my sanity by

they approve
Yeah, who gives a fuck if they approve
Ay, fuck the trailer I lived in a shack 8 by 12 as a matter of fact
Told myself I can't look back

Me and mama on the go from trailer parks to public housing
I'm six years old and she had finally settled down
In the place I grew up in let me bring

Burning up the blacktop across the vast prairie
Skipping all the truck stops in search of wild country
Go and snatch a road map before we get lost