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Okay, I'll be gone one day, but that day way too far away
I see the look that's on they face, not one of them gon' take the blame
Said I gotta

to the devil, all of you... Now what are you doing? 
No! These delicacies
Are the provender
For the dark and gloomy days in the future
Dine at home on Christmas

hair
Baby tell me how you feeling now
Even when you getting drunk
Know that I'll be there tonight
Baby some day I can't get enough
Got me out here

I'll never let any man take my place
Me cheetah dem no fit run my race
Ti won ba wa tele, dem no fit come again
Gone were d days wey dem fit

the thought of you
Isn't that good for me
Nah it's more than bad

Nah you moving you differently
Like niggas don't know who you are
Guess your heart is gone
But

thinking what to do
Climbing up the ladder til the ladder falls
Nickle and diming some adderall
Don Rickles how you mad involved
The economics that be

what you think of me
I'll play my songs 'til the day I die
That rock and roll hippie soul
Faded out in the blues
Outer space when I'm high
That slow

'goodbye' but I know we'll meet again some day
It's time I get to going dear
I'd never seen you cry in all of these years
And I'd love to stay
But my sister

I’ll never send
I don’t know which way life will take me
Sideways, backwards, over easy
Oh with where I’ve been and where I’ve gone
My friends from high

Oh, the days just seem so black
Oh, come back
Oh, these fireflies
Tiny fragments of lights
I can't hold on
Oh, maybe I’ll find
Something better to kill

Smile down on me
Smile down on me
Smile down on me
Smile down on me
Smile down on me
Smile down on me
Smile down on me
I said I'll never leave
I wear

New Jersey I was gone
Got these miscalls on my phone, I ain't read a text or call
For all the pain that I spoke, is truly raw and from the heart
Guess

done a mazza and some grew that stack in a stagnant place with the latch gone
The heater don't work but the tap running
In the trap with a boujee bad one

The punishments that I've paraded
Loveless may our unions be
These paths are not for us to lead
So sisters will you not take heed
And cleanse your souls and pray

Dude
Aye I just want some money my nigga I'm hungry feed me them racks
Thank god I went off to school cause I'd prolly be serving packs
I'm really just

the L to flames
Pray for better days (I am)

Some say crime pays
Karma took who's great (Full circle)
2008 heavy weight
Cancer diagnosis (Ma Dukes)

Sleep some tonight, don't you worry
Life's not anything your meant to not realize
I'll get the lights, you close your eyes
Soon it'll be time

to the bottles that you meet some day
Never fuck with the calm one, the one who like's to kick it
It's me the sly, the slick, the wicked wicked wicked wicked

Toss It Up

Mr. Sancho

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

Never will I hit the pig
So fucked up off this cup of gin
And then I'll rap my shit again
A motherfucking once again

[Chorus x2: OFI]
Each and every day

Toss It Up

Mr. Sancho

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

Never will I hit the pig
So fucked up off this cup of gin
And then I'll rap my shit again
A motherfucking once again

[Chorus x2: OFI]
Each and every day

Bet I made 'em forlorn whipping by a Forbes
Make the floorboards warped
In my Wells Maine warlord shorts but I'm
In it for the long haul
I'll be here

Things have changed
I was welcome here yesterday, swept away
But not today

Things are strange
Everything is different these days
Oh, those days

Is

We met eyes and you said hello
And only now I realize
That was the day I found out what they mean by butterflies
Didn't say a word because my
Stomach

and the pain flow through you, then send it to me.
Tendencies to let my energy out on my enemies
You mention me and I'll be at your estate with all the amenities