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pack blunt so damn big it look like baby legs
Breaking down a P I smoke a O straight to the fucking face
real nigga status man I'm giving what's suppose

bled into heaven
I
Embody what I feel like im Kevin E. Levin
Go
Figure I figure that my figures are seven
By
The time that times up
Im reduced

so hard 
Fuck a plan B 
Can you see
My pain
Even tho 
It's not a wound?
Would you stand by me 
Even tho I'm going 
Thru it?
I got the bag in advance

leather crop riding in her hand
Saddle up. Feel like striking up the band
[bridge]
Hear the bugle blowing you’re tall enough for the ride

[chorus]
Giddy

leech
Bitch I'll swimming through the pussy like dr.deep
Huh, bitch I'm going through my motion
Smoking all the weed you know it me flowing
Sipping

like you got a bad infection
Ain't no band-aid for man-made self-hate
It heal slow, but I'm not sure of you'll wait
Education is the medication,

that's info u should already know

N I made this beat in my lobby
With premio weed smoke
Garage band, 2hands, myself n my skills tho


Don't give up by

forward

And getting that peter pan,

Whoever has him next, 

Don’t stay in his never land.

My warning it isn’t safe

Like the place, that I keep bands

I need to go back in time
They told me people was dying 
But we gone see them again
Now I know what's it's about
I'm trynna kill myself
I wake up

""Whatever It Is

written by Joe Jenneman (2019)

She came down from Chicago
Said she wants to be a star
And they got some blank ones
Sitting there

to watch for the daughters
Whoa My plate full of shrimp and lobster
Surrounded by bad bitches I could pull pimp posture
Feel like Drake and Nicki it's my

times
But I'm so damn glad that you feel the same way
And I know it ain't been that long
Since the time we first became an item
But I hope that when you

OG, Bambi running on the track like a fat kid to candy
Stacking up the band like money be a habit
Rich with yo' bitch like damn that's tragic

i love your faces, got real vintage band tees still hate your dances
この猛暑は続く 冬が吹いてもまだ街の地図は燃え続けている
眉と鼻を繋ぐ線を倣って描いた顔  why did u make me feel so young?

the boys
Been playing since a kid with the toys
Draco on my hip pull up with the noise
You ain't got a stick I know it 'cause your voice
Yeah I took I trip

why you chillin'?
Swear I rather move by myself
I don't trust nan nigga, that's just how I feel
Don't wanna touch hands with ya
To keep it a band with

move on and keep it lowkey
Not like I'm saying I don't give a fuck
But if you saw what I did, then you'll leave
Break my heart, I won't bleed
I don't

Pick yo head up nigga go get some Money
Your bitch sucked my dick til it Gummy
I feel like Lonnie all I need is some Money

Counting all this money it

that's how it is for life that's how it goes
Like things g's years skills no more complaints my bros
You still talking I'm still the great benzema won

like (yea)

Imma treat u good and right (yea)

So why don’t we fuck thru the night (yea)

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So stop all of your playing I don’t feel

Purge

Ces Cru

Catastrophic Event Specialists

2017

to purge
See the world is yours and it ain't hard to tell
Look up in the sky, you can start to smell
Smoke in the air, smoke smoke in the lung
Nobody

are you on?
She by my side if I'm right or I'm wrong
Run up them bands every night that I'm gone
We in this together na you not alone 
Na you not alone

I'd know which one was true

At Lorenzo's there's a band
Where the matadors all sway
I risk it all to chance
And take you in my arms
But behind you

ain't gon' treat you like the shit the way that I did
How I complement yo' nails the way yo' eyes did
The time I would call u fine not letting you deny it