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night
My, you were looking fine
Boy, how I'd like to make you mine
But we've spun around this board
One too many times
You're playing by the rules

Moving forward even if it means I'm moving slowly
Life is moving rapidly, I'm focused on the glory, aye

Focused on my time yeah it's my moment
Feeling

on second thought's don't
You won't need it grab your shades this sun is full blown!
I'm just looking for a greeting, for a reason
Or some meaning why I'm

trash
Bag you up and throw you out the back door like a party pack
I'm never parting teams parting tree like parting seas
pardon me I'm a full time

but they burned Tulsa Oklahoma up
At this point if I stole all yo fans it's no chore to me damn
Lyrics so sick that it kills then resurrects just so it

there by salamas these pockets ain't have shit
I go broke I’m finna I'm slide on yo block ina a mask quick
Hold on
Save up
Do some studio time
Make some

zapata
You can't tell me nada
Need all the clout like I need abbondaza
Shit like a movie, we live in a plaza
Remember that time when she stripped like

Get this shit legit until they never can mistake me
In my shoes? Nah you could never lace these
In a bigger size by the time you get inside
Coming for

provoked
Turn off yo location baby he ain't gotta know
Gender switch roles cuz her nigga got expose
Why I keep attracting these relationship hoes
Go back it

Living life in the fast lane 
No time for the fake and the past game
Fighting for a big bag bae
Waking up and have a bad day
I'm alone by myself now

but they burned Tulsa Oklahoma up
At this point if I stole all yo fans it's no chore to me damn
Lyrics so sick that it kills then resurrects just so it

AK's by the time I turn 47
47 Ronin
That silencer will hit you like it's 47 Jounin
My goons be barbaric like it's 47 Conans
Ain't a damn thang funny, it

Fuck for an hour, make that pussy late
Full course meal, get your pussy ate
Like you know what you want and you know how to get it
You back that shit up

Don't act like I don't see you creeping
Fucking with me on a Thursday
You'll end up dead by the weekend
Don't even ask for the surname
Cause you are

with a gun
I know you fucked up cuz I'm fucked up right wit you. (Yea)
2 hands on the 9 same time as his curfew (boom)
He wanna rap but can't perform his

Pyromancy – Lyrics By Na’Listen
Iii Oooo Iii Oooo 
Iii Oooo Iii Oooo
Uhh
Nallie 
Nallieeee  Aye Aye 
Na listen - Hah
Nallieeee  Aye Aye 
Na listen -

Draw the lines no cordoroys, take your places
Zoomin by the rowdy boys, like we racin
Raging hate like they on Roids, fix ya face man
Gone with the pack

It's sunday night and my team just lost
plus the Dolphins got blown out by Randy Moss
and the Vikings, I'm inside the food spot on new lots
gettin some

Gotta’ get her home before the curfew
Honestly this life is full of redos’
People dying back and forth like everyday, it stinks dude
First I dropped

out there by salamas these pockets ain't have shit
I go broke I'm finna I'm slide on yo block ina a mask quick
Hold on

Save up
Do some studio time
Make

Yeah
In case you didn't know it
This song is sponsored by alcohol
Yeah
So here's my endorsement
Let's turn up a lil' bit
LETS GO!
The turn up is

with different lens, it make no sense
We stuck inside a realm of fake pretend
Thinkin' we’re the shit because we shotgun at full send
Yeah the bitches

alive yo!
So the story ends, the same way life begins
With love, hope, positivity
Circle of friends
We either elevate or Brady ur spirit
Go together, grow

controlled by the string
Not the one on guitars dawg, or the violin
But the ones that brought Jordan out of retirement
Seems to be a lack of happiness from