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of the pound
Where you're limited and couldn't hear no sound
Little did you know that there's lot's of that around
I felt like I was drowning but now I've found

certain people who never want me included
The ones I want around swear to the heavens that they love me like that truth is a nudist
Truth is they're too

by the cops (whoa)
What his bail look like, a whole lot (oh Lord)
Just give em' all you got mama, pray
In a day, every day
One day at a time
That's

just to have a good time
All we need is wine and a little bit of, nothing
Bring your friends and your sister and your, cousin
Don't be jealous you

feeling like a king
Random acts of kindness let me do my thing
You need a little help then I could pull some strings
You see the wealth as I lift

that I've been blessed
Caressed By The Holy Ghost 

With the spirit of Seven gifts
As I sit' present in the moment 
I spit this shit with a lisp
From

laughter (Pissed)
Yuh, no bladder (No)
Got a little ice, no shatter (My wrist)
Oh my gosh, I’m flattered (Yeah)
You really think I matter (Damn)
That’s gon’

get it
When I'm riding I'm gripping I hope that I'm forgiven
For the choices and decisions I made give me a pick and a shovel
I'm just paving the way

YeaAaAaA
Ya dunkno
Tommy boy, i'm here
Revo 
You know you can call me whatever bro
I don't give any fucks, yo
All the hate coming in
Yeah hate me,

to say "last call"

Farewell, my friend, how goes it
Have you seen our friends gone by
With the band all back together
We'll have American Pie
When you get

a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by return of post Q P.T.O.:
No-one likes a debtor, so it's better if my orders are

mobile

Yo
We've been through way too much to give up
Get knocked down then get up
It'll work out like a situp
My phone light up 
Then I lit up
But it

out of it
Pussy suburb boy I don't rap about violence 
My ends is the garden 
Little flower boy hitting chords like i'm Tyler Okonma's lover boy
Sober

music I made
Remember the homies who left
And the Homies who stayed

I'm unbothered by your presence
I'm soaking and filled with essence
The stresses are

night of too much sleep

Disease and desire
Disease and desire
Disease and desire
Desire

Some wasting complaint
That was passed on by love
Gods little

the flow challenge flyness
Forlorn more torn corn, the designin
Stays in the maze, lab rats back stab
They befuddled by my bundle of Masch tracks and fat

Idees through my vein ass nigga
You can see me on the southside of the street
Man remembered by the ((opposet)) nigga that flod the city
Get ready for

Fuck it
I’m not a poet or a writer
This isn’t hamlet
My mind is on a riot
Running a tangent
Going bananas
Repping a flag
Who give a fuck bout

the matrix
Birth a movement, this world effaced
It’s melancholy
Never take the molly
Emanated by the innovative body
Head of hitting marijuana
Quick vibes

my first album to be a little bit of everything
Tempo's created and in rhythm alone
A vibrational
"Temple" pull that attaches your soul "Our

plays Chopin and she doesn't rehearse
And when she's walking by
I give a little sigh, and shout
'HELLO NURSE!'

She gets her math equations right
She

heaven forbid you give me a shot
I can't tell if you fucking or not
But I'm so close to making it, girl, I can see the top
And really this bullshit you

Communication
Is it coming from the right direction
Is it just a little lack  of information
Is it going to the wrong destination
Is it going to the right place

so mean
Pass me by on the street
And you know that your smile
Is for me and I’ve been dying to see
Every breath that you take
The Police are awake