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You said hold me for a moment close
My life's a mess I've lost it all
Can I stay here for a while 

Lost track of a path to happiness
I can't go home

The rest of the rat fam
Round and round
Like the death of a Pacman
Life of a salesman
Hiding his text
John Wayne couldn't even stand
The rein of my ex

am so dangerous I can not change this shit
I am a business man I handle my business man
Life just like a bicycle I'm taking it right on a stroll
A lot

(Verse 1: Celph Titled)
Hit the floor when you hear 'em blaze the carbon
Get put in the best shape of your life: a round or rectangle coffin
Without

beat please say ya prayers
My ex girl say I'm a player
My next girl say she’s a hater
I text her what you saying later grind up the cheese like a grater

a bag
Throwing these racks on you
Racks on you
I'm blowing a bag on you

Fast life  here's a crash course
Anything you want no need to ask for
Ain't

melanin  
You're sweet like candy
The taste of the jolly ranchers yea 
Maybe hit up Paris
(Go to the Eiffel Tower) 
Then swing to mexico
(Be there by

The circle abolished they doin' 360
I did a 180
No time for degrading or patiently waiting I'm done
I am motherfucking done
My ex be a sadist that make me

won't believe what an apartment will cost Been living right by the freeway
Watching TV in my dollar store socks
I don't get out much these days 

Convince

Grimy thug shit the fuck you up shit

For all the creif in the
Crud with morphine in their blood peep me
 reach inside my movie - pull a
Scene from

Baby Girl

DJ Sancho

Para Ti

2007

To the better things in life
Instead of playing all these games
Actin' like we don't care even though we feel the same
We could go to the park lay on the grass

go and pray ah ah
Guy that the problem that we face
You don't to skip girlfriend and go straight to fiance
So I pray for ma sisters cousins ex lovers

LONG NECK, WAITING ON ICE  THE MINUTE THAT I CASH MY CHECK  IT'S BEEN A LONG WEEK  GOT A FLAT TIRE, ALMOST GOT FIRED   BY AN S.O.B.  YEAH ME

You

Z-Ro

Crack

2008

of the month?
That's you
That don't care about how stupid your act, 
Man I'm so glad I'm no longer living my life like that
That's you
Trying to fuck over

life the fun way
Maxed out on Dior
I think she live
In the Gucci store
Born rich please by more
Broke niggas won’t find a door
She left her ex niggas

the back make it rain like that 'cause I'm far from a scrub
And you know my pedigree, ex-dealer use to move amphetamines
Girl I spend money like it don't

My least favorite season
Triv
It's like Jermaine and Aubrey
Uh
But Its Raw Shit
Hey
Yo

Lesson learned
Don't give an inch
Shawty'll take a mile
Make

Brought it to the stratosphere and took her to the moon
She like how I hit these notes, I tell by how she swoon, like-
I can’t fall in love again I feel

need all my old birthday cards or am I a hoarder?

Everything that feels good is bad
And all the things that make me happy make you feel sad

I only

WHISKEY AND BOURBON FOR BREAKFAST WITH A BLONDE BRUNETTE|HE'S SMOKING HASH AND HOGS AND MARLBORO CIGARETTES|OUTLAWS AND EX- IN-LAWS BITING THEIR

he's gotta unpack it up
Slept with my ex so I took a deal
Feelin' like I got a new happy meal
You ain't shit, he ain't shit
Block the money he's gonna

A PLAY BY PLAY
STALK YOU ON YOUR TINDER PAGE
MY EX IS AN ASSHOLE
HE THINKS THAT I DON'T KNOW
TRYIN NOT TO LET IT SHOW
TRAPPED AT THE WORKPLACE
PUT

Body Talk

Ex-It

Black, Smooth & Beautiful

1996

afternoon and night
We lay together side by side
Searching for lust, searching for breath
Searching for the touch of life
No words are spoken, the only

girls are singing my tune
If I write song wey sweet about babe
My ex-friend tell her he's singing bout you
I know what you're thinking
Like ipod