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in, the end may be imminent 

Tracy, Kim, cmy, ain't no way you can 'scape me 

I'm severin' your limbs, bitch I've been crazy for dismemberment since I

I took the easy side
They told me it was I
It's all in my mind
Gotta make it right

Sur­round­ed by the type
To look away and hide
My frag­ile open

to find but if you happen to pass through
Won't you tell us a story over a drink or two?
“Barkeep, how about another round?”
You know I'm not normally like

spend it all
Spend it all
You will spend it all
Honky tonky country girls got me in a do-si-do
This blue jeans bunny hunny
She don't want to take things

to the ghost, 'cause I'm a holdover
And anytime I'm moaning on, just roll me over
I'm from another age, troubled, looking in
Painted by numbers, then ripped apart

a cancer
Beam on ya toes, I thought yous a dancer
Talented nigga? You just a bitch with a camera
Bandana black!
Manic, misunderstand me but remember you

I saw you coming round the bend, trying to teach me a lesson in humility, you failed
No one fails like me, I'm an expert in calling all the shots

And we shooting 'round the block (woo)
Sixteen almost got shot, by a cop, cause we had Glock (brrt)
Posted in the kitchen
Like Chef Murda, cooking up

There's always time for me to break shit 
Time goes by round and around 
What you get is what you've done 

Wrong path 
Wrong life 
Wrong path 
Wrong life

ending
Change my life such as Earl Simmons Straighten up no more astray dimensions
When you round me, do away with pretendings
Meet me in the West End just

snitch it
She change boyfriends
But never change on me
Creeping late I got that heat on me
She love that kind of energy
I bet you didn't know
That she like

yeah, yeah!

Oooohoooh

Lost the pace dizzy in my head
Waste my days fly round high instead
As good as I can do

Just me dancing on a borderline
Simply

with a part ayy
Nigga y'all pose to be riding with me
I know what I'm gonna find
Bitch you be talking to artist
And I got a clove in my pocket
I be

you
Put a switch on her too
If a n get to tripping
Ima let that shit loose
Got a hundred in the clip, ion miss when I shoot
Ima drive by shooter when I

to go down town
I though I was in a circus, cause I'm surround by clowns
Oh you were serious about being a king, boy I thought you mispronounce
Yall

Si-i-i-i-i-i-lent to the ground

She says: I don't wanna talk to you
Don't wanna to talk to anybody
I don't want to be saved by you
I don't want your help
You want

Head gone with the clouds
Make life with the rounds
Get by when I demonstrate loud
And I can't be plugged in elevate now
When I'm stuck in the past

the blood so I can sip

Maybe you could tell me how
You're unaffected by the sound
Of every little tick and tock
Of all the time going around
I got both feet

like, I get like
I been up for about ten nights, my wristwatch tight, better watch the time
Feeling so high, you don't like my style, that's fine by me

brody
Thats my brodie with a rolie
Thats my whodie
Thats my whodie
Thats my brody
Thats my brody
Fuck around by who
Better stay in ur lane
30 rounds in

her friend
Ride or die up in shorty fnf we holdin hands
Oo Oo Oo
How can I make you understand
Soldiers comin like the marching band how they air

London misses me
Dressed in summer bloom
Barely
Every summer since
We set eye on eye
Something in me knew
Time would follow time
Now I'm round with song

round

When I go back to Vietnam
I hear people talking about 
Mr Minister, communist  Minister
It sounds so strange to me
Toi La Ai
Because I am used

your life
This high life you living is so dangerous
Living life on the round everyday, I'm afraid you might lose you
I said mama don't worry, I pray