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here was never told
I was three, little bro was one
Mum packed her bags and left to go
From her Yorkshire home to a London road
She brought her kids

forgive me don't mean to diss you
Sittin' here wipin' the tears
With a tissue mom I miss you
But what about the rapper that blings
Mostly sings but didn't

Balloons are deflated
Guess they look lifeless like me
We miss you on your side of the bed, mmm
Yeah still got your things here
And they stare at me

Uh, can you bring the waiter
Back over here again? She's kinda cute
Eh, what's your name?

Say baby can we dip?
So, so I can swing you by my way
Hey,

you'll still see me
I go forward, right by three, three, three
I'm Jamie, don't watch J-M-E
I do what I want, I'm free, free, free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's

Still I might ride out, giddy up
By now, I should at least be a milli up
Everybody be rappin' about trappin'
I'mma find out how much food
They're really

Thank you, I wanna start by saying thank you
Because you saved me, in my way shaped you
Baby, how could I hate you?
Woah, woah, here we go, for sure

down
Gang signs and call girls
Soft white and crack sales
For business men the model is
"don't ask don't tell"
I'm a creature of the night
So i been here

safer over here
She know this where the steppers at
I couldn't fuck pre-Buffs
But I'm in her guts now
Said he had smoke with us?
Funny he some Runtz now

Popular, you're gonna be popular!
(Oh Snap, it's like glee up in here)
You're gonna be popular
You're gonna be popular!
(We smoked it all volume 2)

for the
Flavor that I'm bringing you
Then slow down the tape and
Just savor my writtens
Recorded by myself and I pay for the mixing
Turn that shit up

by the game
I earned my name from my aim Uh
Niggas never showed us love so
We ain't show it back
Now me and my niggas run
This game like a quarterback

then be IGTV
Son, you better bring the full clip
I can’t believe I’m still doin this
They can’t fuck with me shit is nothin new
They been wearin’ masks

high

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You bringing this back or what?
There's still some riddem on this, yo
Yo yo yo
Yo, causing damage, call me Brad the Impaler
Hate

(Beats by Choc)
Another year, look at me, yeah
I'm still here
This place hard to escape from
Hometown blues, you know how it feel, yeah
There ain't

what feels right

I know you regretted love
"See I knew that shit from the start"
I know you regretted love
"Round here to fuck with mans heart"
I know

to be there to cheer my career
Surround by the fake and all these got dam volunteers
Sometimes when I be lonely I be wishing you was here

But I think

A phone ringing
So loud
A t-shirt from the late 90's
A typewriter
Ran out of ink
The stereo's still working

In my mind
I keep some fragments

you with a thot, givin' you top
You'll get robbed by a bitch who been cocked more times than John Wick's gun
Grimey ass Eastsider
Got some Armenians

lose my breath
I got the info that these niggas cappin'
They pay the assassin meddle with your flex
Better stop texting, I'm here to collect
Raise

everything
Yeah, yesterday has come and gone
And even though it all went wrong
Here I am still standin' on my feet

Yeah because the sun came right back

Yo
Yo

This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no

and roll it
I came here ready for the moment
Oh, baby, you're not alone
Everybody deserves some sunshine
Late night dates you're never on time
Why? Why?

(Yeahあんなに)
また会える日を (By my side)
夢見てたのにGood bye
キミを抱きしめるほど
Even though we're so in love
ボクらは傷ついて Hurt each other
でも一緒にいたかった
I want you to stay forever