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know where matt is I dont think I need him
Pick your favorite rapper send him to the slaughter singin
Lookin for me but im gone now
Aint nobody else

got no friends, we all strangers

Like I’m Tupac bitch I need changes what

I don’t give a fuck

Bitch, you can come get this nut

Homie owe me, yo lips

Best Friend

Foster the People

Supermodel

2014

and white

Ah, ah, ah, ah
And colors so

(When your best friends are strung out)
You'll do everything you can
'Cause you're never gonna let it get em

I be going stupid in my white shirt
In my white shirt
I got new hoes
Man that’s light work
In my white shirt
In my white shirt
And I’m too cold in my

I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run

'll take 'em out like trash 'cause their tracks garbage
If I had marbles once, I think Matt lost 'em
That's why he acts offish
Could never work in that

feel more broken than black
More sunken in sadness, anchored in anger
I harness this hardened heart and hardship surrounded by darkness
Despite the white

shit, You a lame, I'm not in the mood
Better on my own, Lone wolf, It's what I gotta do
I don't need new friends
I just want the Benz
Learnin' all these

and the boss is confused by what he sees
My white friends say I’m uber sassy
My black friends well, I don’t have any
At the end of work they ask me to stay

push others on their heels
By feeling supreme confidence in
Himself but no matter how tough
And hardened they become, hustlers usually
Face one daunting

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

white tees
And off-white jeans, don't play with me, that's all I need, boy
Look, I got confessions
I spoke with Yeshua about the Jesus that you mention

or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?

Let me get a outlaw

OG Kush Diet

2 Chainz

Pretty Girls Like Trap Music

2017

a can of paint and go paint the White House
I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House

Presidential prolly tickle, laughing 'bout who

alert 
Ninety-Five gang alrert
Ninety-Five gang alert 
Wait, bring that shit back 
Keitu gone cover the white, I'ma go cover the black 

I don't need no

enemies, nor kill me for this place
Rain on us your blessings, And more Grace

Ayy, ayy, I Matt  my Guard
I'matt  my Guard d

We stay on God
We stay on God

Codependent, fucked up makes me
Lose all my friends
Need that love from others
Cause I can't love myself
I can't love myself
Days go by alone in my crib
Tears

can't we be friends?" asked by the war
Fuck I didn't get far, fuck, we didn't get far
Thanks for the Bugs and Rats for inspiring a white mess
But I can

All these fake friends they come and they go
That's why I don't need no one by my soul
I be getting money yeah the money and gold
Always be left be

, and blue, we cannot stand the truth
We can do what we can do, but in the end the systems fucked

I want the love, don't want the lust
I don't need drugs,

Wait a minute, ha ha!
I'm white! Ha ha ha

I can do whatever, I'm white
Yeah, I can do whatever I'm white y-e-eah

When I'm in Detroit, i run red

friends (Oh)
Bring some friends, cause I am
Need to be, heard by them
Pop back and, bring some friends
Get my name, out there now
Quick get over,

inhale, inhale, inhale
Sour diesel, white widow
Kush by the boat load let’s go

Yeah nigga, yeah nigga i done re-upped
Got a fresh boat load of that loud