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your tv and let it ring
It took me 10 to make this beat
I had to show you that I’m not just all bars I play the keys
And I’m pretty nice at it
I Break

Some things you just can't question
Even though you wanna try and find the reasons 
Sometimes the road gets so dark 
And impossible to try and make

to The Hangover Party
Make sure you brought a fifth of Bacardi
Welcome to The Hangover Party
Feel free to dance and get naughty
Welcome to The Hangover Party
It's

and perceive this information in a new way
A contemporary contemporary way
Do as your brain does whilst dreaming
Make your own sense of the nonsensical angriness

This world around me it just 
It makes me want to snap 
I choke the lies out again and again until there's no room inside of me left 
Heartache

I watch you roll out of bed
Fix your hair
Put your make up on
Don't take too long 
I watch you check your reflection 
See imperfections 
Ask me

friends
Everybody's got a dream mine happens to be the music industry
They're telling me I can't make a living but I'm a keep spitting
Until they listen
But

mad cuz I'm addressing something 
I make flows a pound a dozen
Y'all trade flows and rap bout nothin
That shit cray
You is sick cuz you amount to nothin

the end consumes you
I know that the choices I make slowly fuckin chew at you
But the last thing on this earth that I'd wanna do is ruin you

I hate it when

wavy
Fuck a wave I make a ocean bring ya surfboard baby
Cowabunga Cowabunga
My whole posse Cowabunga doing numbers wit me

Big baby with the sauce now I

looking great and my bow tie on drip
This smooth shit will make a giant tiny so get up off of my tip
Plug asking what it cost homie- report to who I'm

of the green 
I wanna fuck on her friend 
Saint Laurent hold all my cash 
Hop on the beat and I spaz 
I hit it once and I dash, 100 on digital dash 
Make it pop

I'm just out here trying to make it day to day 
Survive
Survive
Survive
So much bullshit be getting in my way 
Survive
Survive
Keep your head up
High

Dozin' off
Too many stars to count
I wake up early as fuck just make sure the morning arrive

I lost my
Uh, I lost my focus
I thought I told you not

its payday
They gon' do what I say

What Ima do for a bag (ay)
Just tell me where is the baggie
I make them mad why they so aggy
I need the bread like

in my teeth make my face shine
Chains all round my neck a walking dollar sign 
Double cupping floating off that cloud nine 
On god when I'm ballin I

Let me in
Let me out
It makes no difference
Let me in
Let me out
It makes no difference

There's always something under the surface
Always something

M-16 with the laser on the top
Make a pussy nigga hit the deck Bellyflop
Trust gang gang I can never Trust an opp 

Them the type of Niggas run

Was born to a be champion yeah cant tell me nothing 
Was born to be a champion make it from nothing to something 
Get my paper right was born

seen me
I'll start over, go undercover
I'll make a new life and find me a new lover  

Breakaway
Make my escape
And my heart is beating
My mind is racing

I wanna fall into Your arms and wipe my tears on Your shoulder
I wanna tell You that You make me stronger
I wanna walk and hold Your hand follow Your

Braggadocious
Go get up off of your sofas
Futuristic Braggadocious
Make kinetic all your notions

Good god golly
Euphoric when I court Ms. Molly
Kamikaze
Peaks

I need to smoke so, I stay in my zone
I need this cash so, I don't feel alone
I got a shorty but it don't feel like it
I get these bags cause it make

to get to you 
It's like i owe a debt to you 
And I'll make you regret the dude
And accept that I'm best for you 
Give you more than the rest could do
My