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might be days, when I think it's better
Hey babe, like you want me to be
Pull the chain, down goes the water
Oh yeah, it's a wonderful world

I'll be

bless any enemies that you send to me
By any means I'll end the beef, turn their head to a centerpiece
Better let it be like McCartney, you don't wanna

God bless any enemies that you send to me
By any means I'll end the beef, turn their head to a centerpiece
Better let it be like McCartney, you don't

Is it this way on the other side, think I should know by now, mind don't let up
I try to use follow up statements so you might show interest or sum'n

by your side
Ever since day one
Now you’re telling lies
Echate pa’ atras
And go look for her
You’ll find her, I’m sure
She better have green eyes

By the fact I'm tryna see how your day went
Please Know I'm Trying Hard And I'm Sorry I'm Not Perfect

I'm not loving today
So I pray for tomorrow, I

a little wavy
Pop of like we coming off something crazy
Been at it like an addict fanatically can’t phase me
All you wanna act like is something that y’all

the po-po!" 
Oh, you say it’s a joke, what a joke
I ain’t coming for your head, I be cutting through ya throat (pause)
No I ain’t a thug but you better cuff

Who’s better? 
Guerrero or mysterio?
Charlie chewing cheddar
Smell the cheese coming out the stereo
My head is light as a feather
Dread the day we

through the city
Wayside chillin
See me swang swanging through the city

Coolin' out by the Wayside
Every days been a haze, I
Sometimes wish I was raised

me write a better story 
I’m not PLAYIN, imma get what’s coming for me 
If I want it I got it

First woman here in history to win that award 
Shoulda

somebody else

Don't mind my moods 
They shift like I'm on a swing
I know that better days are coming 
So I let go of what's not for me
You might slip my

on ammo cheat code now that's Grand Theft Auto
A modern day Picasso 
Get out my face before I do a Carlito 
I've been missing like Adriano back in Sao Paulo

I keep calling on your number
I just want you
I keep calling on your number
I just want you

I need you here by my side
I don't switch on you i'm

Till I'm coming home 
Begging and pleading 
Some saints do it wrong 
Steady and breathing 
My God's on the throne 
Bleeding heathers on the streets when

think they matter
How you gon' judge all my music by only the cover
Don't you judge a person, if you're never gon' do it better
Yeah you know that I

Shorty got a bubble butt with a thigh gap
Never mind that got a little sidetracked
Remember finding dead bodies
Off of Humber bike path
Life going by fast

indivisible by the prism of growth
It is, not lost, confined in him a prison of hope, to visit into his inhibitions and know
When he scribbles the notes

coming at you
You don't wanna fight with me
'Cause I'ma strike like a wrestler on Spike TV
When I get on the mic, this shit is reminding me
That I got

with (haha)
I'm like the second coming
Yeah, the faucet running
All my genius I was leaking
You were way too busy stealing it
So if you're feeling

A sign oh yea yea
there's pain in those shots of tequila
you pour em up by the liter ya
You wanna go to Delilah
Then hit the ro for the weekend yuh
But

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving

the Fendi shop
Like I got never ending gout
Coming from a deadly block
Where hella niggers getting gout
Serving 20 shots
Standing by the betting shop
Plugs

Yo, I got the missions on runs
To visit the slumps
Forties a whole roll of weed
Small whole day loans
The black long roadsides to the
Clips of my