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I have nothing You need, just a lot to hide
So why am I still here with You by my side
All I do is mess up, do the wrong thing
Instead of shining

that life I been living wit
Same life I can't get over wit
So let me narrate my own script
Let me narrate my own script
This too much for me to write

All three hundred sixty-five
Not to mention family ties, getting tighter
Every night I, turn up by myself and write a
Banger, light a jay up, home grown

dream is all care about, or maybe it’s greed
You blame it on the greed
But that’s not what I mean
You can’t please everybody
Let’s keep this thing rolling

Darlin' it's time to get up
To an ocean of rain
I can't see what lies beyond the yard
but inside is all I want anyway
And you are the morning fog

cock block me
But I don’t get it at all
You bitches lick on my balls
The cuckoo cock of doom is getting deep in your dome
Shit yeah it’s goosebumps
Cause

a drill
Being broke is a joke, so we laugh at dudes
Passing through, I don’t even have a clue
What half yall do? Breeze by like Baton Rouge
And we never

It's the beginning of the end
It's the beginning of the end

Now I'mma say this one time before I go out of my mind
Like a lobotomy patient who

of Protestant
To ask what you can do to move into
The New Jeru is like tryin to prove that you
Can maneuver through a tube of glue In a Subaru, have at it
I leave

for me
Who do you mistake me for

So no more waiting by the phone
Hoping maybe you'll finally show up
No more dreaming, it's time to go
Write back soon,

talk about this all night and get hyped, where your sight
Think I might, write a book through the night
Won't be light, I just gotta make it bright, with

Welcome to the rendezvous where talk is all they do
Talk their truths on old ground, same old walking boots
It's a fever dream for the cabin crew,

Hillwood Hustlaz II

S.P.M.

Screwston: The Day Houston Died

That's all fine, take in mind
Bust a rhyme, like a nine
How many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life I've been called a failure
Write my friends in

i don't know why i'm writing this if i'm being honest
This is stupid
Like i don't know what to write about
But at the same time i do
Idk you just made

target on the ground
Brave heroes brought it down

Chorus:
This is a righteous cause so without doubt or pause
I will do what my country asks of me
Make

Yo i just woke up and took an edible
Everyday like a festival 
Make coffee don't even check time
Already know i got nothing to do
But write another

stereo
Every day of my life you are by my side
I know you better than any other guy
Everything they write about you (Saying this with pride!)
Is in my

oath that I took
That I'd do my best, I'll do
I'll be tryna forget you (Yeah) 
I will try not to write you
Fuck that I'm writing to you

I told you that

proud of myself so i prada myself hating niggas can't afford it
Shawty she calling my phone and texting my phone gotta ignore it
So many bitches in so

boasting really im venting
Emotional investing  
I dont write shit about women i bone 
Or benzos and bentleys 
I do Graffiti. but really im friendly 
If you

languages no man can write
Just lose a little bit of mind

I lose myself in you
Follow the stars to our rendezvous
Colors changing hue
I'm never going
I

The Freshfest

Non-Phixion

The Green CD/DVD

2004

about
DJ's, y'all know what we talkin about
Write graffiti on the train, do your thing, no doubt
be	-Boys and be	-Girls, turn the party out

[Verse Three]

now is writers block
Its funny
I rap somuch like i got a schedule
Might aswell have an alarm
That says its time to write oclock
They hate on me
But when

for your kids
I know your block is tough
TV feeding you stuff
Saying you ain't gon make it
But I'm calling their bluff
Enough's enough
You tired