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any peace
But I still wanna fuck some more
What do these hoes want?
She call me at 10 to meet up by the park
We smoke the whole blunt
The windows are

boy, toy, not a Matchbox
Jealous hoes try to key it up, with scratch marks
That's the price you pay, when you park after dark
Narc's try to search her,

worms
These niggas therms
You put your all into that bitch, she let you burn
I guess that boy'll never learn
Don't fall in love, it's just your turn
I get

headphones
Rubbing shoulders with the A-list strangers 'til I get home
When I spot the a-likes, so I turn it down a bit
Just to catch these kids swagger

cut the burn as much as you would think it would

She believes her stairway
Only lets her go down
And she don't think that she could turn around
She

I'm gonna throw it right at you
I just want to give you everything you're entitled to
Down in the Leimert park, hangin' w/ the hooligans
Every now

People

Milton Bradley

The Son of Norma

2014

Prowler
South Park freestyler, not a police dialer
Make more bread than a deli, burn rubber in belly
Nigga might put it in a peanut butter and jelly

of shit about the boy, but he never fought him
I be, stepping on these niggas like some Toys, watch where I be walking

My car is way too nice to park by

Wide awake again
Unsettled by a sickness in my bones
I don't know when I'll feel anything
I've tried to make amends
A story we all know
I'm cold

their hearts when they play out in the park
In a territory marked by gangsters who love to spark
Ricochet and miss their mark when they hear that pit bull

now we need some sweets
Crack down and rip unload the guts
Lick and spit then roll it back up
Sitting at the park feeling high as fuck
With my dog

at the neighbourhood park
Apartments surrounding us, a reminder that this is just our luck

PRE CHORUS 2
And I don't know how
We're gonna figure it out 
Tiny versions

Flowsik
FlowsikDaegunz
DaeOne records lets get it
Sippin on that ginseng
I blow that kiss of death
배 고 픈 진돗게
Down in the basement getting fed
Been

dark in the park n the swings moving
Lonely child
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Where its predator, prey and hunger
Fill your mind and more importantly

your wings are flying south for winter
Leaving me behind and I'm alone
Yeah the silhouette of your existence
Burns the back of my mind and it hurts

Vices
Everybody got their vices 
Some caught up
Cah they don't use they voices
Ex Like, left in the past
I swear life
Moves too fast, Slow it down
Don't

down tonight
Can you feel the burn (Aw yeah that's right)
Business in the front, party in the back
Kicking ankles breaking backs (That's what I call

your wings are flying south for winter
Leaving me behind // And I'm alone
Yeah the silhouette of your existence
Burns the back of my mind // And it hurts

Sweet boy
Meet me down in Prescott Park
Strange times, yeah

Hum along to the electricity
That gentle current of depravity
Don't say what you don't

the back
Don't act like we really used to kick it way back
When the fact is
You can suck a trailer park dick lil bitch
Don't forget to lick the whole

the curtains
Ready to burn this mother fucker right down to the surface
Politicians on a string the pictures bigger then you think the game is played with a pen

for the 'bucks'
Like Hakim Warrick
Nickel bag in the park, my team on it
They want it like that and the street
Is dry as a well
Hell, that's why I sell

yesterday when we’d sit there at the park just to burn away day 
It wasn’t just a waste I was there with my best mate little did I know our time together was

Enter in blood splatter on the ceiling .22 cal buntlines interfering
Can you feel it not happy you steering the wrong way wrong turn backwoods