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Lost up in your thighs feeling high just like your sensei
I be getting by on the side pay my rent late
Hop into your ride I can fly to the next date

I'm losing control
Floating high
In a motherless cradle
Far away

To dream is to die
To cry is to smile
And no one will ever hear me

I'll rule

in the world of #art
But the #song I present for y’all now
I had to make it, living...
By the higher #grace
Born in the alley with muddy pave
Son

cooking up in the bando
From Atlanta not orlando the op boy is chicken like nandos

Slashing up ops two for one promo sent off a cliff he was a homo
Op boy

a moment to breathe, not a road I can see
What a waste of fuckin life
Truth be told I'm not alright, by the gods I assume shit, let my head do the talking

Test test, yo, it's bini
To you I send a very Happy Holidays! Homie it's bini
Call me Matthew if on a regular basis you see me
In the MOV I spread

Benz's Lexus
Yeah this flow is so sickness so sickness
I got quickness when I roll down the road
Everybody be saying that's Flip let's go
See I saw this

what's up guy?
Heard you had the thoughts of suicide
Listen to me Kendrick, you'll be fine
Don't blame me cause you have a boring life
All your music,

this raps
From the streets
To the stage
Wearing my biobizz cap
Hold it down for the city
Catch me puffing like diddy
Dutch masters and phillies
Hit

of the ones that are gone
And the souls that don't glow like
Was it homicide or suicide
I don't know, like
I done chose a road
That might not keep me on this

throw it back
Push it back
Ain't no competition when she push it back

Pushing like I did the rivals
I'm not taking no high road
Saying she reading her

great, they ain't teach me nothin

Bitch, so I had to teach myself I upgraded my level, now I'm sittin' on top shelf
I be high as fuck, thinkin' I be by

on
Power play
20k
In my carry on
Nigga
thats a fanny pack
This carry on
Bitch
You'll never charge me
For my carry on
I aint checkin
No bags
Bring the carry

brother

We had to move on with our lifes say goodbye
We had to move back have my parents near by
My song got a deal for a movie on screen 
My girl saw

me with eyes
And I cant sit and act like im blind

Real niggas do real things
Nigga you know dat
I was broke going through thangs
Try not to show dat

On your postcards x3
(Burn city tell em how you feel)

We feel alive we feeling fine
We feeling great
We feel the highs we feel the lows
We feel the weight

smoke by the o
Smoked all that gas, I'm so high i might float
I'ma go get in my bag, do a show
All of my bros keep a stack, that's for sure
Watch my bro,

thnk the 'za laced with cinnamon
Shit, the way I'm gettin' chased, you'd probably think I'm in the mix
The move that I hit her with meant for finishin'

this that other dude

On the road to get get rich, one way or another
Might've took a detour, but I ended better
Niggas change like the weather, where is

by my side	
Rollercoaster lows and highs
I’m glad you’re with me for the ride

I’m coming, I’m coming
I’m coming home to you
I can’t think of myself

Close your eyes
Hold my hand
We'll become the distorted one
This is us
It's our roots to go around

Open my heart
Hold you high
I sing a lullaby

My my my
My money says I gotta up it
My haze is on the same page
Tellin me Phrazier say the same thang
Gta'd a pinky rang
Chicken on the bone razing

road keeping one tucked
Locked in on them jacks I get down til the sun up

Keep me in my meaning til it's over
Leaning off the soda
Purple cup was

reason why am June, the seasons high,

a tune, into the dark, an bloom in the moon,

an fresh up off the grill, that jerk is coming soon,

me a couple