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a sunny day
I figure out who wears what shoes
And they can't walk with me
I was bleeding on the curb
But now I'm saucing g
I got to testify
Come up in

You are now fuckin' with the real bitta
Bankin' six figures gettin' rich quicka
Spittin' Sticka mo' sicka than you've gone tonight
Got a trigga finga

I try to run run run away
I can't run run run away
I don't feel like myself today
Telling myself I'm okay
No, I can't figure out my sins
I've been

Steady counting figures
Grab your bitch's figure
So she steady figure
That I be that nigga
Make her spot I dig her
Turn her to a giver
So she let me dick

my radar
This your breed looking like an asian
Told that baby can I can call you later
She say only if I got the paper
Love your figure 8 girl
Give you

your line
And you're driving me off the wall, with your talk

Because I've tried my luck, I tried giving it up
I tried to figure out what you had done

politic with ya (I can politic with ya)
My mission is count 6 figures (Yeah)
Then split it all with my niggas
The shit I be spitting so pure
That come from

away
Jaded reminders of a
Light that's been diffused
Fallen out of time
Assuming the deceptive figure
You are the one who is stained
Enshrouded by your

Hook:
I’m runnin’ from the demons in my head
can’t really figure who or why
my mind is fillin up with dread
one more choice I could really die
I’m

I'm tryna have my way wit it
Can't help but wonder can you take it
And I can't figure out
Am I wrong right now
Words to the song right now and you

‘Fore you figure what’s happenin’

This is a shutdown
Now we’re runnin’ the set
Never let you forget

This is a shutdown
And your power is gone
From

that’s okay ‘cause ain’t nobody care
And even if they did, there ain’t nobody here
So I’m bout to roll, spark, smoke, start slow and then I’ll figure it

wanna fall on the way
Like Solomon did
I need to figure out things
This gon be the last part
Of my heart I got left to give
That I got left to give
So if

Bitch I'm trynna figure a way out of this maze
Yeah, thought I was gone but bitch, ay you was wrong
You talk your shit yeah, but better watch your tone
I

the check n****** getting better
O's better be the whole letter
Six, Seven, eight figures to me

Don't you go thinking I'm rapping for free
Verses probably

Hold up wait a minute
I just need some time to figure out just what I really want
Gimme just a second
To appreciate all the things that I already got

to figure out
What it means to you
Put it all back down
In a blink now
Put it all out
Just a waking moment
You're dead asleep
Paralyzed by your own dreams
You

for so long ive waited
And i know we can figure this out
Cus i know i cant let you go
Its just little bit complicated
Baby i know youre thinking bout

Don't want, don't want

I see you over there
With your head up in your palms
Tryna figure out
What it is that you did wrong
But baby it's not you
Girl

do them other niggas
How the fuck we fall off you was supposed to be my brother nigga
Now they come around cause they think I'm gon' be a public figure

Everything just feels so rough and amplified and I am trying to figure out what to do

Too many indiscretions and miscommunications
Seem to always happen so

without remorse
I want to go without regret

I want to make it going right
I want to make it looking good
I want to figure out why not
Oh, oh, oh, oh, aha
I

your eyes and see their faces
But before you’re out of the daze the figures just fade in the dark

Remember the cracks on the mirror
Have you ever

didn't take
Who would've thought, it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn