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Henny, tequila to flex (okay)
Few shots of the Henny I'm tipsy, I'm shmizzy
This shit got me textin' my ex (goddamn)

Smacked by 10:45
Got

Spread Your Wings

Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes

Eye Legacy

2009

don't let what you need pass by
Spread your wings to the sky
Let you soul fall in love

You can fly

Now see if you went through life with your eyes

to unwind
Scared the world will pass me by
Take a hold of my life

A raindrop falls from the sky on the water
Makes a mirror like a mire
Settle down little

gon' give it to the youth?
We really out here sufferin'
They got us by a noose
Damn, if you a king you need
To rise and lead us through
Cause it's more

Fuck around, they take your son
My niggas had the right to run
We twist our fingers into guns
They get torn apart by the son
You can't thrive

three wings, when you said you wanted two thighs
People sayin, your rhymes are so cold T
I jump across themes, from feet to poultry
Juxtaposed, is a way

That’s just not me of late
I'm barely inspired to write
These shit's no more
I got little to prove my
Shot dribble and moves i hop, skip
And some moans

defined
By how hard we fall
So, dust yourself off and stand tall
‘Cause you can make it of this, I’m sure
Just spread your wings and you will soar

I know i

a new sense of space
Maybe by tomorrow I'll be long gone
Just a little pink suitcase
And maybe I'll find somewhere
Where once again I might belong
And not

to you til tha day that you grew
Stayed cool stayed in school became tha fool
I was drownin' in uh pool of my own drool I was smokin cool playin' by my own

nothing like a Samsung
And we was making snow fall way before Damson
Classmates turnt wet, underneath the drier (brr)
How they singing like Mariah?

Fuck around, they take your son
My niggas had the right to run
We twist our fingers into guns
They get torn apart by the son
You can't thrive

Father's Table Grace

The Lawmen

Vol. IV

on Sunday morn
And if he gets with a wrong crowd would you let him hold your arm
And if he flies too high would you clip his wings

But don't let him fall

Lost Hawks

Andre Nickatina

The Gift [Original]

can, a little lazy
I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the daily

Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston
Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it
Excuse

beavers
Drug dealers
Load of beaters in the latest beemers
My lifestyle scary like Jeepers Creepers
How many trapstars turned wing cleaners
Are we dream

For every hole I've punched in the wall
Every piece of paper crumpled as we've
Suffer in the bloodiest fall
For every pulsating ego blistered
Into