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fading

I make like 3 songs a week but they still say I'm weak 
Got an album on the way but I'm still at they feet
Just begging for respect think it's time

Knowing when to shut up, when to step back, when to sit down
Your experience is not universal
Male pattern baldness
Male pattern baldness
Offended by

Because newer age millenials forgotten to recycle
Just by producing more of em, we slowly kill the planet
We're creating fewer believers and more of em

or not
Tell the story of my senior from a sacred spot
For my first album, not worried if I get played or not
Cleared the music that I had to that point
Now

they tell lies
Opposition on every side and
I'm still winning, how you like that?
Aye
Label owner by the age of 19
Man I'm killing, how you like that?

theatrically backed "facts"
That zap so fast and
Smack the back of the skull - Crack!

It's maximum impact
A "change up the game rap"
Like Ether for diss tracks

me I don't got the patience 
Jealousy and hatred is a filthy Fucking combination 
I told my partners that we're Straight to the top
Isa sticking by my

lifestyle
But I been drifting from this get-up for a while now
No fancy glasses super sneakers or designer bags
No artificial fronts to see that the audience

the crude nuisance
Booed but still do this
Clues to find me are scattered around my nucleus
This dude is sick like licking carts up at Walmart
They’re all

how I know how to okay
I have an album that I'm putting together 
That's full of songs about a bunch of things I want to do better
And I believe in

pouring pints with a head
I'll tell my peers cheers over beers
Poetically afflicted by my fears
An artist is someone screaming hoping somebody hears
I was

though, no one gets the glory just by sleeping in
You wanna win but aren't akin to failure 
There lies your problem, can't just skip past ten thousand hours

“Exodus”

Pack up your suitcase with words you never tried to define
Three syllable words up for grabs, yours or mine

We're running from the town

ya fill up on those damn fries
Take your albums and toss em 
I hit the beat harder than Sherlock Holmes and Mr Watson 
I load the party in a cannon

admire
Long as I'm bowing to the Lord, know that He gon' take me higher
And I ain't quitting til this album going platinum
And I'm sitting with Ellen

Yeah, uh
Hold up
Just wait a second
I'm growed up
And it's major hectic
So I'ma just make a record
That shows us how to stay connected
Get directions

Now that you've listened to the album
I'd like to cordially invite you
To the last night of your lives

Hell can't take me
But heaven wouldn't either

world that we're livin' "PLOU PLOU"
Danm my ol' girl be she really be trippin'
All them hoes worry bout the checks I been gettin'
But once I get the bag

Immature, yeah I always cried
Me and John both wanted to make an album so we just compromised
We meet in the middle and we're criticized
All that talk, all

Was mainly set by myself 
Yet I can’t live up to these expectations 
It’s brining my down in a winding spiral 
I’m so scared of myself 
Sleep with

we’re too gassed 
I know it can probably hurt me, it’s sending me off the track
That’s fact 

(1:12)
Simplicity's what we lack,
Over exhaust the body, you

I wanted to say something, to improvise
But fuck it, let's rock

It is just warm up
Boy we came to rock
Please enjoy the show
Drop Dead Lane is

That was Neon Hours' by Sparky Lightning and The Bolts from their 1982 classic album, Saturday. We are listening to the entire record front to back

the movie
Constructed an album and ooo what a doozy
A lot of my friends they play but they goofy
Call me by my name she lame but she boujee
Forever a student