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Molly lost her sight when she was fourteen
Blinded by disease, she was afraid of the dark
She was tortured through the years with nonstop bullying

Roll the dope, gotta fold the sip
Got on cargo pants, cause the hold equip
Got the mean thing, with the fob equipped
Make the money flip, on some

ride
Stalling out a Porsche
Taking pride in those little things
Like all these fake names I'm not calling out of course
Been good at biting tongues
Good

ain't used to this
What you drinkin' on? ayy, order two of those
Girl you you tryna know
somethin
Do you got a man? I'm tryna know somethin'
gotta know)

the wildcard ima send it back your way 

If you reciprocate that same energy to me girl 

If you do those simple things than you gon be mine

the bigger picture
Always gets the little views
Imagine if a senior really tried to
Kill the kid in you
Tried to put the lid on you
Tried to stop the water

into the blue
My vain pursuit left those thing behind
And replace them too
If hate is in the air I'll hold my breath
Till my face turn blue thought you

never said those 3 little words 
But by the way that you're hurting
Guess you might as well have 

What I'm trying to say is it shouldn't matter
Cause

the little things it seems he only
Does when it's out of arrogance (oh, oh-woah, oh-oh, oh-woah, oh-oh)
He makes me sick but he's the stunner that I wish I

Linda she laughs without warning
It’s just those little things
The morning was so full
As the Delta made its way through the leaves
Oh, the place
Oh,

For me?
All this lovey dove that we talk for me?
The vision that you speak of do you vision me, or is it all a fantasy of things you need?
Yeah

Everything is falling down around me
I can't push the tide away
And the harder I try
The more apparent it is
That it's here to stay
All those wasted

And Settle
Nor fold
Get it up and grind
Don't worry about the most
Just a little can grow
Trust me fa sho
The only thing that matters Is if you Need them or i

thing I noticed
The place was damn small on the mic
You gotta look in their face and stand tall
On the reals
Back then no one forced me to spit
I heard

It's deeper than rap, it's real life
I'm the same little yout you saw in Hillside
Difference is now I blow a
Bag when I feel like so I ain't signing

hit by a asteroid
Fucking deserved it bitch going on how is
He a fucking inspiration
Where you going now you've
Never used him condensation
Is making

leave a
Pack of your favorite smokes
And we’d take the by-ways to
South Alabama and run those great big
Hills to the great big blue

You sound like you’re

it, oversharing it's my thing, yeah
Yeah take 'em all and make a potluck
They want automate your knowledge
Look, that shit be a little
Behind the one,

I didn't know
Some little thing
Waves of a line
Drops like a pin
Surely you'll find it
My sail is my sign
Tarnished and withered
But still it shines

tonight

For goodness sake don't question me
Give me all your money 
I'll take more than I need
Those greedy little billionaires 
cre so hard to please

For

those crazy things you do
Yeah, girl you know it's true, the way I see you now is like the first day that I noticed you
Hard times and we motored through

every day
For next to little pay
Getting screamed at by some boss to just go wish the week away
My plan, is to get famous
But damn, these pricks are



I lost a lot in that forest

Follow little lights that would speak to me

I lost a lot in chasing those ghosts

Cut me open, bleed me out I'm begging

another
Just to love myself, huh
Funny how things always fit in the puzzle
The pieces are jumbled
Their voices are carrying
Carry carry carry on, in love in