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When skeletons get dug up
And they turn into reapers
Your life goes by in a flash
You start to remember your teachers
Your last day is a bad day

you music to get your shit together by

Funk, the P-Preparation
The prune juice of the mind
A mental, musical bowel movement
Groove-lax
One swipe,

Mothaf**kin’ George Bush
A proper American.
Home state be Texas,
Running mate be Cheeney,
Don’t call him Dick -
Otherwise he will get meany.
Knocked out Bill

trust my gut
Ran out of favors, ain't no handouts
I couldn't get no help
My only focus is these bands now
I'll stack em by myself
My biggest opps acting

'Cuz I'm leaving
Mr. Jones County
He's as Stuck on these roads
As the painted white lines
I'm flying by
Mr. Jones County
And that crown he wears
Is only

for a lane change and the end result is the same thang.
Breonna Taylor in her own bed - Like what’s wrong man. I don’t get it.

They Tell us to be

I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I

better every day
Because I need to set examples that were never set for me
I just hope you know I love you more than I have loved myself
I get embarrassed

vision, tiger soul, anonymous alacrity
And pulse
Held together by a beached bucket of bolts
I’m here to bleach masker lust
And touch false allegations
Where

Hey! It's a marvellous day
And I wish I could always wake up and start it this way
Harder to make the best of life when you hardly create
And sit in

I'm just, Tryna Get my life, Right
It's a curfew, We can't Come out at, Night like
I'm trying to, Get my Money & my, Mind right
Cause I sleep, By day

the ride
Barely ever sober bruh
We stuck in a high
Never low with my woes
Never low with my...
I'm living my life
Swerving on these curves
I swear I'm loving

it
Tryna top the charts
I ain't barely even start

I gotta go out and get it
I gotta go out and get it
I don't got no mentions but I
Still gotta get

like a fitty
I'm anti-social
I don't wanna motherfuckin' fit in
Say you gon' ride then get it
I can't perform
I can't get my motherfuckin' Blicky
These

not lie, 'cause there's days where I'm tired
But I'm on my rise, staying fueled by desire
Open your eyes, let the world become brighter
Now is the time

And a "way to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for

distracted focus on getting paid
Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
And somedays I sit and wish that I could dream again
These days ain't

walls
Shuffling around
As the future trickled down
And I was thinking when the tunnel lost its light
George Romero got flesh right

Bite it off so easy

doing it's for a show for real
Why whenever you grow up you go your separate ways
Seem like don't no one get old and think of all the old days

People

hide a turncoat (Brah Brah!)
Pulled down by your business
I'll use that verbal ammunition (Pew pew!)
Take off the pants you think you wearing
Maybe get

We gotta get more

Intermission, we barely living, my children given, many options, tick tocking and snap vision, without permission, I guess we missed

Ha, I got the magic, baby
(Ha) , call me "George Lucas" (Lucas)
I'm so prolific, but the flow so foolish
These niggas making moves my
Niggas making

Confessions

Cam'ron

Confessions of Fire

1998

I just have these dreeeamz, and you know

Verse 1

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo father, where you want to start
How I love ladies
Or how I'm slug

The world is so toxic, I can barely breathe
It's people that's getting killed by the police
That's why every day I get down on my knees 
And pray