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bout last week
On fathers day
When we was hikin
Rescue ran by
And a familys father passed away
Not much that I could say
But rest in peace
I pray to god

All my old hoes, still like me
I meet her, first time, at two
She'll be in my bed by three
Dej Loaf mode, so don't try me
That boy mad, his girl like me

sun-shine
Just-as ad-vertised
Beauty chimes (fr. tinte)
Down by the stream
Nature's rooms 
Are made to  dream  
Good fee-ling
Sun-rays pour down
Cre-a-tion

Fifteen, he was in a weird place
Caught between the truth and tryna save face
Doing right by his family practicing his faith
Never knew why this

And the days go by in the usual way
Not a whole lot to figure out
Avoid all passing villagers
And fish a little trout
Ahh, but it was in the dead of winter
I saw

want to wait for a thot now
But if you wanna rock
Girl let's rock out
In the back of the top-down
Remember all the good old days
When we blacked out
Now

hear the old cortet still play
And I'd listen to those tunes any day
Driving the Porsche to the courts for a game
Undocking your boat at the port- sails

I remember when we spoke on the phone
My intuition told me something was wrong
I could tell by the sound of your tone
I got the feeling you was about

The privileged they inherit power
But not the wisdom to command
Stunting true progress by planting
Good seeds on hardened ground

Faint sleight of hand
It deceives

to the good old days
Wish I could erase
The past few years
Take me back to Britney Spears
Man I've been dying
Cuz you've been lying
Now I'm replying
With a shed

a Mic 
I, I, I, I
I need a Mic 

My sound like good food 
Everybody wanna bite 
Doing bad but least we nice 
Hoppin out some shit that ain't from America

adjusts 
Wonder why we bust collide and crush 
And push any signs of us away 
Maybe coz it's twice as good 
When we fuck after making up 
It's like it's too

It's Nathan Joseph
My Street
Listen

I used to break down
Os to 8ths, on my old estate
Hood life on the frontline, holdin' weight
But couple hours

I’m just now coming home trynna' get some sleep (Get some sleep)
Been a long day from trapping in them streets (Making plays)
You always mad but I be

I can't take back who I was before
Just a little feeling lingers of the feeling of your fingers on my chest
What happened to the good days when we,

Every second counts
But seconds turn into hours
And hours turn into days
You're sleeping by my side
Silence fill the room
I can hardly hear you

He looked like dead meat,no

You lived a good life but not me 
And I hate that
You’ll always have that push start and I’ll have the five speed 
Im

Stream
Beat: The Soul Beat “Walking By the River”
Producer: DJ Static
Verse 1 
Interlude


I was born with the umbilical cord round my throat 
Like

woke up
And looked it won't nothing
But my pillow

Told my old lady
I need some space
She took her ass home

Even tho I need her by my side
I need some

go?

If the best advice says to take it slow Then by my calculation the point is to quickly grow old

And lose your faith Start back at square one Be

Well we went dancing with this guy and his friend
They were dancing they were having a good time
All up to you girl, is you and me
I wanna spend

people between good old friends?
Spontaneous eruptions of spectacular dissent
The revolution's coming but I gotta pay the bills
And I can't go to work, I'm

my side, I'm on a shopping spree
I remember the old days, they ain't fuck with me
Man I hate all these niggas, lil' bitch I feel like Zee
On my own, I

remembеr them old days
Hasn't really been that long
I remеmber her gold nails
And her gold chains and her gold
Shoes with the gold strings
Gold seats