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afraid all my landing gear's broke
Man appear cold like can of beer
Overhead got underway, no chandelier
My get up and go done got up and went
They

of a passerby
It's a long life, we live it
Most of us are just getting by
Going through the motions
What would it take to say I tried
Lost my emotions
That's not

I’ll see you later alligator, I’ll text ya later)
But she steady trynna find a way out
Cause she can’t keep running like

Awe damn
Who’d ever thought

your wine
You can have a sip of mine
We’ll share (straight from a) the bottle of hurt
To resurrect us from the dirt

No I’m not much to look at
No you

Look at my peers
Been on stage for a minute, I ain't in it
They been headed for careers
I been fadded in my living room
wasting my days I can say

Woo, good evening Ladies and Gentlemen
I'm Ms. 23rd Letter and Uh, I thought I'd stop on by and
Smooth that thing out for you
Get your two-step

She of almond eyes
Pleasing
Is such a sweet child
Who is lost
In the company of men
Steps out in her Irish shawl
To smile 
Over bottles of wine

back, yuh
Really that's a ways back, yuh
'Fore I found a bottle then ask "where my day at?"
Back when I could lay back, ugh
relax with a shawty, worry

Angel with the cakes how that little booty look massive
All about the cake you can find stacking her assets
Offended by the average, gotta call her a bad

all my landing gear's broke
Man appear cold like can of beer
Overhead got underway, no chandelier
My get up and go done got up and went
They bloodied my

the pen and then I'll crumple all the pages
If there's something left to say, you know that what I'll say is
"Here's a question that I have to ask, can you

had this chic that all she ever did was tell me lies
Like i spoke another language
Man i needed signs
Blinded by the love
I couldn't read between

county, you'll swing thru like Pete Parker
I Stack green to put the fox fur in the green pea parka
Dior frames gave me the vision so that I can see farther

I'm surrounded by empty beer bottles
Cigarettes, overflowing ashtrays
Creditors callin', lying to stall'em
Nothing is going my way
Depression

Girl, can you see the end?
In the bottom of a bottle
In the palm of your hand
Aren’t you tired of blind spots and remorse?
Young men who don’t call

loving massage in the showers
popping the bottles laughing for hours keeping you safely confronting the cowards
I'll never leave you can trust me, together

is it all he can take just praying to god for relief
But he keeps on falling spins and twirls
While he’s trying to find a grip on this twisted world

the roller? no spliffs
Cook some grub for the kids
Crack a bottle get lit
Fuck the stress just forgive
Baby, dont hold it in
Let it out
Lose those thoughts
I

approach the stove, or niggaz open holes in designer clothes, top notch home and toast to coke in pots i`m not gon`stop until we can toast the globe nigga

the opposite
I'n the studio makin' hits but need permission just to drop the shit
DIEMON the only label that I'm rockin' with
I can see it now my life is like

Bottles in the sand we getting friendly, barely even matters she's all over me
Your not stacking bodies like you said you'd be, someone's still a little bit

Claim to really be like that 
but I was born ready for war 
Tony montana style 
the world is mine 
N you can't take me from it 
know they probably

of our life
That was forty years ago
I still carry the shame
So much time has now gone by
I can't remember her name
Many times I've tried to find her
But

You’re my little passion in a bottle 
Cinderella’s missing slipper 
A love potion I would swallow 
Yesterdays full of memories 
Leave me chasing for