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ain't even know it
I glide on beats like Michael Jackson moon-walking glowing
A hundred real you know the deal I gotta get to showing

The block is

I'm flyin' i'm usually high
Get my dick suck by a cutie pie
You sayin I ain't been the
Shit since junior high
You ain't got a truth in ya
Nigga you's

on my mind
Funny how you like Ed Sheeran, we divide
Would've been great to have you by my side
Cry me an ocean, I just wanna slide
If I never do you

everything, girl, I've been watching you
Thinking of time we could spend
She still been haunted by ghosts of the past
She got a friend, say we moving too fast

you find me
Since Michael Vick was our quarterback
We've been snapping like some fucking starter caps
Lemon Pepper, wet my drums and flats, extra

mind because I be livin within a time
I gotta be so defined, by the rhymes I write every line so tight 
And I might just fly like Michael's type when I

You're probably thinking I'm joking
I sit here think you're alone
Instead of calling you turn on the radio
I hear Michael sing girl "You Are Not Alone"
I

T.L.C.

Linear

Caught in the Middle

1992

Everything's gonna be all right, why don't you spend the night?


Submitted by Michael Hack

I've really been trippin I ain't seen the vision distracted by all these women
Late night get the feeling this drink be revealing I mix my emotions

I’m on my way ( Merry Christmas Baby)
Written by Deitrick Haddon
, Marcus Hodge, Marcus White, Michael Spann, Diane Spann, Guya

Hook:
Oooh Tell you

ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only

Yeah (Ayy, JK) If you ain't
Looking for the checkmate
You ain't thinking right
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

If you ain't looking for the checkmate
You

a Tropicana and a sack to burn
Cause they've been waiting on my
Album like a tax return
I just got a new set
Put a knife to your skin got you screaming
Thinking

like you're invisible
You're sitting in the living room thinking too much
Now you're smoking and you're drinking too much
Trying to cover up the pain but

9 am waking up, the maids are here
Got no time to clean the crib when you are an artist
Graduated college even tho I'm not the smartest
Michael Scott

time is right now
No need to wait for the rain to dry out
I ain't phased by them grey clouds
Don't you bring me them grey clouds
No matter what comes

would find what we're really all about are you with this
Tell me why tell me what you doin in my store
Girl I'm trippin you must be into Michael Kors

Like they used to
Like they
Like they
Like they
They like Michael where you been what you been doing
I'm like I've been in my room trying to make music

Boy I wasn’t even dope then
But how I pull up in a fortress
But the Mag still snappin’ now, bitches thinking that a nigga gorgeous
Flow game still

to trick myself
Into thinking I was being serviced by a nurse
You can't even imagine what the fuck I've been through
I'm psycho, I'll rub my own nut all

Room, in the ass I hear, while

I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP

staying by my side so I don't need nobody else
But that's the stubborn in me I'm no good at getting help
I'm still swimming laps around these niggas Michael

This for all my people gone
Thinking why y'all had to go 
I'm just sitting up at home nothing else inside to show 
Wanted y'all so the man I came

plagued by the fight
Money talks, but the paper so light
We can't fly with these lead filled kites

Free from these false prophets
Saw you flexin in Complex