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to freak your mind to something
Drown the demon in acid music and drip
And when the moon falls slow from your head you run the trip, yuh
But when you're done

Let's get it, let's get it baby
Man, this shit is blasphemous
Fuck'd around and mutted all of my addresses
(Damn)
Ride by myself, don't need no

all alone by myself (bitch)
Smoke up for the fuck of it to get through hell (what the fuck, bitch)
So many times I break shit cos I don't care
Express

I was born by the river
The Jourdan River, yeah
In a little old tent
Bennett Side Alabama yeah
Oh, just like the river I've been running
I've been

raps we have nothing in common
Uh
So I pull past they just run in loops
Uh
In this time span yeah they ran a few
Uh
Proper requirements just not in you

survived 
Gotta drop the album I'm 25
Back in this bitch I stopping until the whole family rich 
It's do or die 
Living my dream out
I'm on the scene now

an oddity
All that think offin' me is a walk in the park, it's not
'Til I'm ending my run, the mic is hanged up
And it's time for me to say goodbye and let go

known to be hotter
No overthrowing a body I body any kind of emcee
I be the mic creator, the troubled son mastermind
Be the spine breaker, I run and gun

hit the net ion beef wit no fags
I just be wit them gettas we don't wave no flags
We gon run that bag up 'til we all got a bag
Know we gon march

out this maze
Of constant regret and constant rethink
I need to rethink
If my last album was more than just an escape
For revenge
I have every reason

mistake
I waited too long to run away
Now I'm poisoned
Hear your voice every time i close my eyes
I guess I'll never sleep
Until i pass out from exhaustion

Who gave that kid a gun
Lets just watch him run
Shuttle fly to the sun
Old people ruining the fun
Future more complex
All the girls  just reject
Jerg

on the page
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
This not for the fame, this for the love
Not for the socials this for my son
Put on your shoes we making a run
I look in his eyes

or a masterpiece
Sample chopped by Fresh, he threw the pass to me
With slaps hard enough to get us banned from an academy
Keep my wife's name out you're fucking

ink all over the ground like it's Splatoon
But don't ask me where the album is, I'm procrastinating
Couldn't live through that if magic made it
Doesn't

and had me fighting the urge
Fundamental parts of human nature
I might be able to put in my music later
Co-producing an album you didn't even know that you

just role in from stupid town?"

I'll run you up and down the court like Russell Westbrook
Call me chef Curry because I know how to cook
Bring me

until he can't stand no more
See I'm an animal
What the fuck you need from me
PDT
MAT
Listen to the album and you'll understand my reasoning
I've been in

Bad bitch
Ahh, fuck
Come on nigga lets get into it
Album of the, fuck
Ha, I got to let this shit flow off me
Come on, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh,

when I drop projects
They tails is tucked
The album is on the speakers of bitches I used to fuck
Now I'm getting threatened by niggas I used to trust
My

you're not with me
I can't talk can't breathe
I'm awkward as can be
Spent another night by myself in the basement
Tryna plan this album out got me pacing

your legs
You should go for a run, like H2O
Let me think of a joke, okay here I go
I'm just playin', your name is dope
Can't say your aging gracefully

traps cause i done seen how much they grab just by tapping on that phone you see how much these niggas brag 

We really made an ocean album off a fucking

not talking bout pogo
I think I might be in love with the (cocoa cocoa)
I think I might be in love with the cocoa
I'm smoking gas you can tell by