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the same old chalk
We just sing the songs
Tell the same old stories
And life without goals is honestly
So fucking pointless, boring
Ooh that first month hit

this blunt I’m in Pluto or Mars
It’s about to be a murder next month on the 13th
A opp got killed on a Friday
Sum in my pants sunny wanna take a chance

to see you
Can no one stunt on me, dripping hard is a ritual
Whole fit cost about a month’s rent
I got a big bag and it’s got you upset
I don’t gotta say

it
We go fuck and smoke a blunt and now we stuck with it
Hm, yea, yeah
2 much
She been on my dick for 2 months
Two drugs
Every night thinking bout

pictures did i need it
Told my girl unpack her bags she ain't leaving
Made 40 last month do you believe me
Told my dawg come and eat cause i ain't greedy

the climate
I might pack up and move to an island
Couple months we’ll be traveling private
Fourth quarter, game over, pass me the ball ima win it all
You gotta

The way you are is only what you show to me
You've got the sun as your fake antidote
You walk around like you never knew misery
But once a month your

broken
Jokes on her she don't know shit 
I'm not fucking broken
Questioning this past month
Questioning everything 
Questioning this past month
Questioning

blame the river
Unapologetically black, they ain't forgive us
Been a couple months but I'm back home
Where they play target practice with our afros

Did so much dumb shit and you done went through enough
A few months ago, thought I saw you at the club
Ki and if you see me, already knowing what's

find myself waking up drenched in tears
Weeks turn to months then months turn to years
I'm constantly running from all my fears
I try to wake from this

Stuck in the house for 3 months straight
Aint been to the store haven't ate
My blood is boiling, getting irate
The presidents lying he aint been

to make him richer
While I’m stuck barely getting by month to month
WTF, really?
That’s not what I want
I need freedom and a piece of mind
In this life I

it?
Make this shit up, Do it all in a month
I ain’t signing no shit, Got my word and my balls
Hop-Off, I did it all under 30
You niggaz is boring be

peace to walk away
Another song with a lot of clichés
Broken hearted cant find my way
Tears flowing like a river
I'm sad for bout a month yeah
It's a long

find it the same thing
We talk for a month than the thing that never lasts is the energy
We used to have when we first met
We speak but only when we have

I was born in the month of February, but that don't mean I'm free
They say it's black history month, but it's still hate and deceit
Man please, this

life
She walks in her dreams that wheelchair ain't nowhere to be seen
She walks in her dreams Mmmmm

Tougher than hell month after month in that hospital

tripping
Baby, I'm still winning 

This nigga had me in my feelings bout a month ago 
A month ago I didn't know what I was there for yeah
See Lil nigga I

year, that's how that number equates
Three months worth of work and back breaks
In exchange for what exactly?
A park for our kids to skate?
How about

in a month or two
Popped a perc can't have lunch with you
Little drunk so I'm uncomfortable
Don't fuck with me if I don't fuck with you
Been gone for

been hurt before
I knew the pain, I wasn't sure if I wanted it all over again
I had a month alone in a foreign land with my thoughts
And I came home

and its starting to sting
Yeah,
I'm booked solid for the rest of the month
Well that's for now, until I'm calling all of them up
Saying "hey I know its been

you
I know you here—
(I-It's my story to tell)
Was in my feelings for some, I see they killing again
I hit yo phone every month, to feel that feeling