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wash away the scaffolding that is holding you in place mothafucka' Built by those who run games set above ya I'm here to warn ya embrace disorder
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin' Middle Passages, I can't go back again Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
Please tell me where my passions gone Tell me where my mind has gone Tell me why I never pick my phone up I been all alone Tell me why this
X Golden Boy from Koi by Pacific Purgatory Share / Embed Wishlist Edit Delete Bulk Edit 00:00 / 04:56 Digital Track Streaming + Download
what I mean An ANTI NIGGA machine I ain't got no radio edits! Baby we don't come clean Yet I Stay on my JERU A dirty rotten scoundrel On the Southside In
lettuce go Incredible YO! This is what I mean An ANTI NIGGA machine I ain't got no radio edits! Baby we don't come clean Yet I Stay on my JERU A dirty
to worse keep this on the hush, uh I know you seen me on the video (true) I know you heard me on the radio (true) But you still don't pay me no
to it when it hits Now I'm blinded by the things that I just never thought would break And all I can hear Is this white noise I guess I'll sleep when
Watching these people with discretion in mind I edit my history; anonymity's kind I hate my big brother trying to tap my lines I hate crawling under their
Watching these people with discretion in mind I edit my history; anonymity's kind I hate my big brother trying to tap my lines I hate crawling under their
to get Selfish chic Grab em by the selfish chic Selfish chick a good-lookin' bitch Non-binary, if i get specific I got my credits for these edits
I've been slipping up Tripping up Saying things that were a Little bit wrong I can't edit myself Wanna bury myself But nothing feels so easy right
Clock radio wakes me up from my dreams This bathroom floor's feeling cold on my feet But I keep the rhythm by brushing my teeth to the radio
of communication and I knew I could sing from being In tune with the radio I would listen to whatever my Mom played in the car The big divas: Whitney, Mariah, Celine
There would be psalms sung by a choir I would have a white robe a halo newly acquired I'd be at peace and I'd have no desire If I'd lived right
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way out Untied but the radio is getting louder saying things I already know Shots fired on the radio, I wanna get out of here But I need to know And I
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around With this CB radio I'm gonna cram this thing down your throat I read you mhm do I golly I read you Unit 1 loud and clear But seems like there's
to worse keep this on the hush, uh I know you seen me on the video (true) I know you heard me on the radio (true) But you still don't pay me no
blocka I kno u heard me thru ur Radio I know yuo heard Me thru your stereo 100 chains On wit my fitted low Bout to kill tha game nigga here we go And i put
admit I been tempted by drugs I admit that I just need a hug (I) I admit the devil talk to me sometimes But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you And she said it was because I still
stance switches I told 'em radio edit If you want the shit I've got, you'd have to get it on credit or dead it Fucking bet it on black I used to jack
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