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the color make me
Space Bar
Caps Lock
Escapn

Black Tee
Key for The King
You can Miss me on the same shh
Potatoes
Cross on my Chain
In the Neck a the woods

i was raised to be a victor
And im clutch like a field goal kicker
Judge a kid by his weapon, house ball V
We at the alley haven't seen em in weeks
So

lick it all, I got nothing to say
Hold up, hand me your keys
So so drunk, drunk, sex on the beach
Feel it, warm it up like we down in Belize
What you

much further to go
Till I start to feel more okay with the death of my youth

I muster a joke at a bonfire in South Michigan
Get talked over by dicks in

never wrong you
Your journey isn't the same as mine
Now I'm on spaceship
Walking by faith I'm on a fast lane
Dear Allah empty mind of  anxiety
Fulfill it

the cool ones like you
Not soft enough for the nerds and geeks
Odd one out, was a way of life
Too hard to make friends through struggle and strife
Sat by

got lucky
He bumped right into Tina stumbling with his car key
Said her car won't start, stranded in the parking lot
Eager to depart cause angry dogs

of life
It's in the pursuit of purpose
That I find solace
Oh the taste of daily bread
By the time I get home
It's singing sad songs in the shower
And take

Yes, there's a storm a comin, it's on the Times front page
With a black and white photo of some kind of giant tidal wave
On account of how

Gangsta in sandals, beat by Lexx Samplez
Yea, Eva told me be patient, I can't, I'm anxious
Fuck that talkin', let's get crackin'
Forty-five, head smackin',

thoughts are negative
Positive
Ying and yang
I look in the mirror
Who do I see
A version of me that I don't wanna be
The clouds are grey and the sky is black

sharp on the keys like a black note

hours and I'm still not home

I see you lying there, darling
I see you broken in that hospital bed
cnd the baby's by your side, and he's not mine
He's got

It's a drive-by, I think we need backup in this motherfucker
Young Weezy, do you copy
Young Weezy, do you copy
Murderer, do you copy

Fuck
Yeah,

swung the chain with the keys
Singing rap songs
Did a spin move
One of the Jackson's 
Shiny black shoes 
Sold a couple phones 
Flip a Couple Xans 
Gon

I'm surviving every day
But I've got a bad feeling about my fate
I repeat it's gonna change
But those black clouds don't seem to wanna go away
I feel

Another season gone by it's that time of the year
You know that fat nigga in red with the sleigh and the deer
People full of jolly and cheer a moment

a couple angels, by my side, forever thankful
These the same ones that'll paint you .45 Bullets chopping down his angles, with a mini Draco, starry nights

those needles 

Hook
He swung the chain with the keys
Singing rap songs
Did a spin move
One of the Jackson's 
Shiny black shoes 
Sold a couple phones

black and white keys
Year in and year out would do
Damn
Why didn't I tell you?
The things that I was writin' in these love songs
Why didn't I tell you?

proof
Tell me how you didn't know by now that I'm really the truth?
Yeah, just like Paul Pierce
Fresh as fuck and it ain't even fair
Try to play me, nah,

10-8ths of wok
UPS just knocked, go get some turkey bags from Save-A-lot
She gon' make this chicken, she don't talk, she listen
Black bitch, but got some

Black suitchase white suit
Cause he glow,
Run to the sun
Set, hut!
He exposed,
Tossed everything to the wind
That he owed,
Now he blaze through

I was in the ceiling pulling wires out my back
I was by the sea with a black bag trash bag
You couldn't understand it even if I brought you back
I