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me
And I hate to bring it up in a rap about you
All I'm tryin to say is that you helped me through
With a few screws and some Voodoo
Now I don't know

wanna be burnt
Get a few scars on this ego, yeah, yeah
And maybe I just wanna be hurt
Get a little heartbroken
C'mon now
Stop, in the name of love
You're

only fuck with a few
Ya heard me
You Know that
Loner music nigga
What
These niggaz out here on some other shit my nigga
Im tryna vibe wit my dawg them

only for a few days

Stay safe you all
Don't let our hope fall
Hold on for a while
Together we can fight

Frontliners
Thank you from us all
You kept all

Cause I’ve been trying to figure out
Figure out a way
I haven’t seen the Sun in a few days
Judging by the lockdown of New York City
Spring hasn’t sprung

Neither one knew what they had
A few little lines you’ll be feeling so high
You can run two days on it
But addiction is wicked, and her evil knows no bounds

few

When we make community somewhere we call our own
Little angry people come to tear it apart
Doesn't matter were we call it home
Break our balance

Ten more miles to sundown
A few more turns, a few more roads
All it takes is you and me
On that highway, highway
With those Rocky River Blues

would've seen it
If I tell you I trust or I love you
Don't question that shit even God know I mean it
Just a few people really do know me
The rest of you

the fear
So if maybe you change your daily life
And join the few that through the night
They do their shifts from ten ‘til eight
They’re never working ‘til

I wanted the truth but you just tellin' me lies
I can always tell by the look in your eyes
Tell me that your loyal but always got a few guys
I try

Hittin’ any store, she like
What you finna get me
Nah sike I’m playin’
I ain’t got no shorty wit’ me
Hoping in a few years
I could find my Whitney
But I

you
Tired, Tired
I think I need to sleep for a few
Wake up to the phone
Need some more help
Wasn’t made to be alone
I was in a bad place
Mind was my

Only a few I miss only a few I’ll hit
Too bad some of them are now in relationships
Too bad the rest of em I’ll never see again
On my Trey songs shit we

linked up with the Kings
But I’m running with warriors I’m glorious Cauley-Stein
I know a few disciples but I’m throwing up bunny signs
I know a few honeys

to witness
2017, I was movin ounces out the mobile
Owed the school a few bands I was tryna go global
Got evicted out the crib the streets were at my disposal

and throwback jams
I'm dancing up on you
(On you)
Summer heat and ocean breeze
Good times we've had a few
(A few)
Penthouse in Miami
(Dale)
Parties with a view

acacia puffing blue smoke
Possession is just a long stick and some few clothes
'Cause this life truly truly was a cruel joke
Very, very few folks ever go

sold, what you've been sold)

I've been down too long in the midnight moons singin' cocaine blues
Where blood and grain are same to the few
Where you

family to ya friends man that shit get thin
I remember back then y'all would fill the gym

Creating new waves every other few days
Leave some red

A few drinks tonight
A few drinks tomorrow
It's been every day
For years now
A functional alcoholic
Guess I'm cool with that
Cause I don't feel like

scared to fall in love because my ex ruined my fucking life
I'm happy, but not happy as can be
And I know a few that'd be happy with me
And I know there's

the streets
Choppa blow and sound off loud
Got plenty shots shoot up a crowd
Stacked a few bodies they still fucking with me ohh
These voices in my head loud
I

All I know, never switch lanes on your bro
All I know, never trick change on a ho
All I know, seen a few friends turn foe
All I know, stay ten down