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culture really shapes your mind
Would the China dream exist if their stars were aligned
Or maybe that’s how it was meant to be designed
But as a kid you

mood good shape
Staring on flat screen phones 
Where I walk my shoes bleed strong 
Whatever it takes it just feels so wrong 
Is the answer so hard

To shift your shape like a weasel is this the fate of a king
Yo shorty show me a reason to change the way that I act
I don’t want no love from you let me

can take any shape like a fluid
By any means pray to god you don’t lose it
Cause you gotta go out and get it to prove it

Know your true worth and don’t

the tarnished mirror eclipsed
as the contoured shape got fixed
A thought of contempt aimlessly
fixed by an open latch unconsciously 

He had no time to be

thought to try
until you just apparated
went on floating by

oh it’s the way you make the shapes all realign
oh oh oh oh
tracing every color through

Theron didn't always do Right
By the laws of her land
The tough love she gave
Helped shape this young man
(She was strong)
She took the time out and sat me

of things in life are beautiful, but brother,
There is one particular thing that is nothin' whatsoever
In any way, shape or form like any other.

There is

acts like a dame
Or attracts like a dame
There ain't a thing that's wrong with any man here
That can't be cured by pullin' him near
A girly, womanly,

where ya at tho aye where ya at tho aye buss it open
Let me see ya bend ya back low
Aye look ya with your lil fine ass girl come here
Yea you can tell by

you'll see, it's going to be dope
The come on yo I ain't never
Steered you wrong just have faith
This life thing
The present which is the
Greatest gift

wrong
Hate me
She says everything's my fault
Break down
Wires shorting out
Lay down
Skies are pouring now
Black clouds
Angels of death I'm
Cracked out
How

and I just lie
Breaking my mental for making songs
All as an excuse to make me act all wrong
Sleepless thoughts turn to revelations every week
Just for

to me oh woah
I told my friends on my cellular
They said something's wrong with my medulla
It felt like something different happened 
Like I heard God

colors they say I think too much

I mean they're not wrong, I'm wasting my time
Making up stories about you in my mind
Ever since I started sleeping alone

Inconsistency is a guideline
While you stuck in a motorcade wasting your time
Unable to move another way
Hope that we'll get there by the end

my mouth
The  metal shape just seems to make all of the wrong fucking vowels
I hope that you understand
That it was never the plan
To fuck myself up

me
You can tell by the wrinkles in my forehead
The shape of my ears
The roots of my hair
You just have to trust that my nose and mouth
Are still in

just oh well
I will not cry for help
I only find the help
But I am covered in kelp
Oh whelp
Life is weird
Like a beard
It's also wrong
Like a fork with 3

hotel
Our opinion is by the hourglass
Twisted round or more than parallel
And if they start to use their brain
We'll marinate it in some vodka

the limelight that was by design
I'm a compilation of faith I fell in thru the cracks
These are the reason why I rock this mic
I didn't choose music it chose me
I

Can't ignore all
The people asking for my time
If you could leave a sign to your past self
Would you pass it on by?
What's wrong what's right?

on the wrong block
Heard that yo boy hot, new shit he just dropped
It ain't what it is homie that shit it gon flop
I get what I please, stay on Q's and P's

Takes me to your world
My thoughts been pretty cloudy
Hasn't been clear what's wrong
I'm managing to function
From month to month, years on
I wonder if