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Craving your flesh I'm gone
Fighting obsession
I look a mess I'm
Stuck tryna get sum
Hands on her breasts um
All on her neck tongue
She finna get cum
And I

I'm just a man
Smokin on the ganja in my hand
Trying to touch long paper held by rubber bands
I'm just a man
Even tho I feel 100 grand
Wanna touch

(Yah)
Come back and sums in my bag
Got my bag smelling like trash
I can not just take that (Uh uh)
Planning on my get back (Wow)
Someone's got these hands

lives, age to age He has never failed me
He remains the same from the onset

He has never disappointed me, never sleep nor slumber
His hands are not short

money, you losing your hand (Woah)
I can't see the sun, I feel like a vamp
Tryna take my spot now its getting out of hand (Go)
My niggas pull up six deep,

ball no bullet
Still trapping in my white g Nikes
Still sliding in my black g Nikes
He tryna put his hands on me he wanna fight fight
I got my brothers

hand
Let's escape zombieland
Shawty take my hand
Let's escape zombieland
Shawty take my hand
Let's escape zombieland
There is a virus, so much poison in

for us
What are we waiting for
You can't turn back the hands of time
Flip the hourglass
Looking back at days gone by
Don't let the time just pass

the ring of Olympics, been crossing the scribbles
And wondering how I done did it again
Fidget my hand
Got my finger on a pistol
I'm sending it straight

Oooh she foxy
The Shawty on my shoulder wanna get naughty
She putting my hand all over her body
But me and the crew just came to party
Oooh with

trippin till the death of me
Baby k up in my hands and this bitch russian
Throwin up them hands you gettin boxed 
We is not tuslin duece a wockiana in my

A lovely life
To live
A peaceful death
To die
Somewhere between
Those lines
I drift with
A soothing smile
A scythe in hand
But a hug for you
I'll

me got they hands out
I don't shake hands with fake fans
I make bands
Watch my bitches do the break dance
Like Gyro's and head spins

Now I spend my

the tool lay my head by the pump

Hang with yo bitch got my hand on the cunt

Her man tryna run up left a hole in his lung

Smoked like a j hit that boy with

Fuck being modest
Do you listen to the sonnets?
I need a break from my conscious
Peeling at the snake skin on my hands
Fuck being modest
Do you

get upset
Then we end up right back in that bed
She get loud and she gon' beg

I place my hand over my chest
I'm for that bag, uh I want it all
Magic

Everything is all about me
The night is young and I'm free
I don't understand why
"Getting outta hand"
The catchphrase
Wouldn't apply to me
So, what's the plan

wanna rock the boat
But I can't help
That you feel like home

There I go, once again
Catching feelings for a friend
Take my hand, break this trend
So I

diagnosed me with Harlem
Blues now Langston Hughes speaking to me bout poverty
The black man the blacker tax hands also who I should be
The more at peace I

As long as I'm with you
Oh my god here we going again
Ride around drop top
Champagne Benz
If you want to then take my hands
Think I want you to take

I'd bend the Redwoods with my calloused hands
I'd throw darts in the dark
To mend this hollow feeling
I'm running in circles
And I'm chasing ghosts

of relieving
But the power of your impacting hands
Can finally make a man understand the feeling of the

Light of my life knows what's on my mind all the time

with no hands and get your cheeks clapping
Like we a tag team you gon tap out when I tap in
We can go designer shopping and wear them shits matching

I

Not in a coma
Kamikaze with the doja
Homie in the terminal say I look like a fed
Til he saw me at the urinal dumping dope on my hand
Nobody had heard