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It's so much chatter, I got spit on my ears

See, I've been living in fear of the unknown, un grown reality that's actually constructed by him
If I'm

How can you tell when a habit's formin?
Well I kept gettin' keelhauled by Captain Morgan
Then I fell down a hole into Looney Tune land like Michael

of my words
So I'm streesing like an interview

My paranoia creepin' so I always need a drink or two
Thoughts slurring in my head
still focus on in to you

head, no Medusa-dusa
You know I be with gorillas, nigga ucka-ucka
Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker
Pulled up, shittin' on 'em, nigga

the finger
When these fuckers stress me out
I do not dive into the liquor
She goes head first in my bird feed
Now your chick is looking thicker
Every thought

hot
Better cop a beretta
Bro gone so I got to keep my head up
Trying to dump out this pain
When we waiting for better
If he talking on bro I won't let

other mother fuckers just lame
One day I'mma be somebody
Look at me lil momma do you need somebody okay
Bonnie & Clyde
You'll stay by my side
My hand

Fighter till the end
Been cut by the sins
But I still never gave in
What's done in the dark
Always come to light again
Lost some real ones
That I had when I

a dream I'm on a jet
Get head by the hoastest

Trapping out the bandoe
With my bro I'm on the same estate
Climbing up the mountain
There weren't a path
I

oh
Oh, extra pillows all in the cot
Check the temperature not too hot
Then you tell me that this
Is what you're looking for
See the way that I catch

For sure no time to sleep 
Cause time goes by 
And we share the same dream
Giving to people what links us for real 

How would we lost ourself?
How

by the skin of my teeth
Taping the tea cup a nigga 5 layers deep
Dead man walking
Niggas ain't gettin any sleep
I'm rolling, smoking, rolling, man that

Fargo
Got money by the clip
You wanna stay home and sit
I wanna go overseas and trip
Get drunk and smoke big zips
Throw tips while bitches strip
Matter

Yo, it's Kang at two percent
Making the music that you can vent to
In your bedroom, or even at the venue
When you get it all up in your head
You

forget it
You gota work if you want eat, lazy ppl don't get it
I don't owe a nigga shit, how they feel I indebted?
Did so much by myself and I do not

on water like martyrs
Now I'm the head of department
In the stu with a pic of my daughter
My bitch is as white as Madonna
Le beat eka baba ka Boy
I'm buiding

even up a strip
I'm convinced you not a trapper, I can't even catch a scent
You don't even own a scale so niggas really serving hit
Catch you thru that

ready to go and creep
And when you pop out to kill him you better do it one deep
Cause this shit get real deep niggas dying in these streets
I ain't Wade

Play a horn real quick let it free my soul 
let the violin play it can never get old
Born in the 80s or so I was told
Give me a suit with shined

guess so
Cause everybody seems to have it under control
Hey
I will admit I get the feeling I'm not worth it
Passed up many open doors thinking I didn't

Put a price on his head like a fuckin' haircut
We don't really talk, we just keep this shit goin'
Soundin' like a river by the way I'm flowin'
Never

my head further under the water
I couldn't breathe, not for a second
My mind is too broken to formulate a structured metaphor
My heart still yearns for

of mastering rhyme etiquette
The fine dimes, the lines that stand time
Are materialized by the genuine mind
Sometimes the fights enough
Not Warcraft, make love

demons in my head, nigga, every day
Moved out the trenches, but my soul can never get away, huh
Cause in these streets it get cold, sleep clutching on my