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precious, and I
Will cherish the lights
Slipping golden, shining only for we
Savor this with me
You grab my hand and shake it soft and firm and well
By our

sang the same old song
I'm talkin Karoake
I'm so above par
They call me double bogey
Tell hataz listen closely
I'm aimin' for the trophy
Then I might

Where to go
There is not a booklet 
To show me the way to her
I need that person
To tell me what to do
I hate choosing, I hate it
Wouldn't you
Wouldn't

like creeks 
Fuck on a bitch till she leak
Bout to touch a mil like meek
 
Bitch is you rollin then hop in
Tell me drop the top I'll drop it
Follow my

your side
I know I'll tell you one thing
I know that I can't
Do it only by myself
And if it's a moment
I want it to never end...

to your dome, ho)
Can't do shit to me I'm Xannin' bitch
My vision blurry (Nine to your dome)
Talkin boring
Tell me all yo' mutherfucking stories
(Nine

Eyes open, tryna keep my mind open
Hive mind tell me shine but I’m not golden
Die coping or die lost and find ocean
Tryna walk through this life
When

always on go like I got stuck in drive
And If they try to kill me, I can’t die I got 100 lives
At the Grand Vesuvio the view straight out a movie tho

louder!
So what I don’t want ya girl cuz I wouldn’t plow her,
You know nothing about her yet you’re not a doubter!
This laggy internet router makes me

tell him save me some
They like the city got to much guns
But if we get to shooting thats too much fun
Yeah my shooters A1 thats no steak sauce
Yeah big

(Breathing)
Seeing that always is relieving
(Breathing)
The ladies always telling me they like the way I respirate
You wanna hit me up then just call don't

Heavy on it
You know the vibe on that Gang shit
Them other niggas we don't hang with
Running this shit bitch I'm shaking the room
I know envying me I'm

Verse 1:

tell me how a nigga really sounding for the intro, 


i keep the bitches coming real fast like some nitro,


i’m the nigga that be shining

to target me or mines

Sage only make moves onna top, i'm staying by the vine-
They asked what I wanted growing up, I said an enterprise
Niggas ain't grow up

incision
I've been elected by myself, I don't need your help, need your wealth
Just your belt, so I can whip u back into place, it's great!

You'll either

Sorry, had to tell 'em
That these chicks are just for kids
Lil' fuckboy wanna mess with me
Got them shooters by my side
And they carry Uzi's if I hear what

Battle Hymn of Lt. Calley

C Company

...Next Stop Is Vietnam: The War on Record 1961-2008

2010

hand

But they've made me out a villain they have stamped me with a brand
As we go marching on
I'm just another soldier from the shores of U

couch
Kept saying it was cold 
I was staring at your mouth

But the more I read by memory 
The less I pay it mind
Just a story that we tell

now I'm clean 
You could tell by the Buddha on my jeans 
Flexin y'all fugazi 
Ain't got shit on lamin 

I'm stacking dough 
Need my space like a cornrow

tell the crew to all come calling
It's nothing serious, it's just the end of something special
Just the end of don't tell me now, that's not instrumental

shinin' 
In a hybrid smoke hybrids, on the move like a migrant, make a difference, no minus
Damn right, you can bet it. Opened the fridge, it lookin' poetic

your Pinging on motorbike
Total blind in white light
Monos
On the road to die
69ed by machiene elves
My bros tell me seek help
Sit back relax
Watch

and all my narratives are grown 
I'll be happy as a bird
For when they ask me what it takes to tell a story
Well you only need the truth and three chords

My Perfect Storm

Media Lab

Bleeding Memory

2006

on my face, touching you I can't replace
I'm gonna stand up, scream your name forgetting why you left this way
Cry, tell me why, everyday, wishing you