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life
Where moon is now the day
No more lust to feel
No more love to give
You See I texted your phone at 9 (Oh)
But tell me what is Time
So I lye there in

I’m doing fine just as I promised
To you last time
It’s half past nine, I’m getting nervous
You cross my mind
It’s been two weeks - I cry not often

See him blow sticky and it stick on the sidewalk
Seems right don't be fake give him love when you see em
Eyes red from reefer you would really think

high
We on cloud 10
And we skip to the number 9
She was impressed by the way I handled her land
Now it's so hard to say Goodbye
Like the record from Boys

And maybe spend time
By the age 15 I was locked up for crimes yeah
Sitting in that cell with suicide on my mind
I said I was gonna change but that was lie
I

crazy
She tap out at half time
We got two more quarters baby
9 innings like past time
A nigga rounding up the bases
Don’t worry we’ll be fine
Lemme show

my city from the penthouse to the trap
Yeah you know what it is
Toronto shit, Nostradamus shit
Switch it up like a comet bitch, taking off
Can't stop

is kinda-sorta, and honestly out of order, when tempted I'm hella forward
And caught between hell and heaven, yet heating up by the border
Sort of like

The starry night lights up your smiling eyes
Tapestry of holes poked in the sky
And I've been on cloud nine with you
Only halfway, but we're still

this life in the clouds some birds flying through
It is viable 9 to 5 has made me maniacal
A godly mindset when you lower start making higher moves
Hold

for a minute
Left games in turn lanes
Where no one would bother asking
Would it bother you asking me the same?
Check up on a friend, if you dare to
I

divide or collide getting stream time
Why we fight while still alive is to me like
Why you working nine to five for a dream life?
Man can take it on a dime

out of champagne now
Party's over
I'm going home

First a young bride then mother of three
By twenty-five, a divorcee
Children grew up and all went

at the function
You hardly Harden, filleted for the luncheon
I play scales I pull strings I bludgeon
Got a baddie every city that I visit
Get some digits, drop

When my cousin passed
They was wit the 9s at the funeral
Police ride by like it's usual
Hoping that we blast it off and genocide our self
From these

blood inside
Called up by the homies they snitched alright
Got some of Xanax no tea not ice
I m the "GOAT" you copy all night
All my homies dead "rest in

up in your eyes
Yeah, I get it from your eyes makes me so relaxed I'm
Floating in the sky like I'm on cloud 9
Wouldn't even mind if you just crept in

enough
And I just say it because
You want that proof
I got that 80 and up
You want the truth till it hurts
I'm like a mood, until I'm bezerk
I'm like

can not be life
I am more than my pay stub
What I want is life, all I want is having family by my side
Sippin coffee on a Sunday
Getting up a little

on what to do
With no help from one of you
Gorn is chasing after me
I'll throw a rock in the breeze
Solar flares light the sky
As the Enterprise passes by

work anymore
Celebration now I'm popping a cork
Elevation I keep rising some more
High up and you still on the floor
Big Bronco I just got it restored

dry
I'm doing me I'm bout that 9th letter nigga "I"
Silence of the grams hustle on the low
She naked on the pole money on the flo'
I'm bout to hit

the class get 86'd
Magazines is all they read
So hold this 9 right by your hip
I'm not a player
Woah I just fuck a lot
Then she put one in the air
Like a ring

Hotel, entrance
Got a baddie with me, Seen a couple more
Where you heading girls, top floor
Drinks at Ay
Penthouse, top floor
Buff tings, no draws