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blinded by the dark I raise hell till the day I see the light
Wishing eloquent rhymes would counter venomous strikes
I'm sipping Henny with sprite
Hoping

redemption?
It's the Butterfly Effect, it's more the an album
No manifesting rocks, but I speak it, it shall come
Black and white you're in the middle like

wonder, how deep is the sea, live long enough just to see
The floors of my ocean, to be frank
Braggadocio divided by my superego quotients
Fashionably late

broken
Now I'm Austria
I'm in the tub soaking
Invited out for ribbon cuttings when the club opens
Last album shit
Put the plan in motion
Fair well Ce la vi

of aromas
Living in a coma
Surrounded by roses
The scent is a potion 
Pen left strokes of an ocean
The color of a hematoma
The summers not over
I walk through

thought was an ocean Realized it was my ex-managers baby pool 
Naive by nature, with eyes closed it felt so cool 

Some friends bought streams and won some

Wo-ah Na Na na na
Blazing Na na na blazing
Blazing by the ocean golden hour
Feels amazing
I'm patrolling of the coast of Kailua
Sunset chasing
And I

and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,

Quarterback rap, improve your jewels
Fuck silver, we sport platinum and black
How platinum is that?
Snatch my album, from y'all capital saps
It's

songs were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated

cut you wide open, I'm tryna swim in your heart like the ocean
I'm lovin' you and you know it
I'm violent to protect my peace, and girl you my peace

Yeah, welcome to The Album
Okay no need to panic no more, I've arrived, let's get it
Time to spit it like motherfucking saliva, bitches I'm just

and they killed the DJ
Guess that's what he mean by he been killing niggas these days
Known to move fast like a pen like we at the relays
Fuck a PJ I might

This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production
Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash
Rapper Big Pooh and

Sick fluin' you, breakin niggas
Electric Boogalo,

I keep on grinding
Until my pockets are fatter than ceelo green

Now I'm back in the hood
Surrounded by fake people I can't trust
Wake up in

Victor Baron

The Click

Money & Muscle

2001

money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said

Hoping to get her wet as the ocean that men be floating in
I'm coaching and hoping she'll let the show begin
Hoping she'll let me open and poke it up in

I've been thinking
I've been really thinking
If change is deep as oceans
Then I'm floatin while I'm sinking 
And it's all about the difference
We

you kiss her neck
Brew a cup of coffee in the morning
Have it waiting by the bed when she waking up yawning don't need a reason why
Cause even when she

there
We grinding we grinding we grinding
Tell em that we almost there
We climbing we climbing we climbing

Watchu know about recording a full album

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this

mental
Always see my albums with advisory-parental
I’m in those, magazines that you call a tabloid
With the photos taken by the one and only Andyroid
Ain’t

Motivated by Shakur and the hunger for more
For myself and my people
The future is see-through
Create it in moments when chilling with people you love
Love,

My bitches having standstills 
I'm eating where the man lives
The joy that my fans give 
I'm just thankful that I am him 
Atlantic Ocean,  when I can