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Put a towel on the floor by the door and get lit
I'm higher than an astronaut taking a shit
I'm higher than the price of rice in
Daygo
Best city hands down, put together like a Lego
From the southeast, to the Barrio, and west side
You should get how we live on the west side
The best
on the altered past
Load the light and darks
And a 3rd with a mix
Laundry time separates but you need all three to live
You couldn't see out your 3rd eye
To read
changed my sight
That night I broke away
So fast
I'm not regretting
I was working in streetlights
At down
It was my routine
It shook my senses
A light in
from the flawless flows
Here to reshape the game
Restate the name
Of the city
But this a valley verified record
For the Guinness
Live love
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
by the door
Since you don't wanna stay anymore
You can have your space, cowboy
I ain't gonna fence you in
Go on ride away, in your Silverado
by the door
Since you don't wanna stay anymore
You can have your space, cowboy
I ain't gonna fence you in
Go on ride away, in your Silverado
your man he ain't worried bout nothing
Take like 1, 2, 3 shots slide to the back
Get away from the noise and the balled up cash
Tryna' get you out
Away from people so long she forgot how to speak
She discovered frredom is a unspoken sound
And a wall is a wall and can be broken down
Found peace in
The Brood, I'm with 'em
Lets go get 'em
Lock up your doors, and throw away the key
You can't run from me, look at my teeth
I'm sleeping in a casket, and kill
Stealing life from plebeians who demonized me
Deerskin bandanas, lead shooter, 10 gallon hat
Bed's Butch, I'm the kid who makes the suns dance
Mustangs buck
Man, I heard
What we need to do is to hop up in the Nova and ride on them hoe ass niggas
Them two-one-three niggas coming down here trying to run
before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
In a 3 piece with so much grease on me I could be a chicken box
I'm still faster
Live by the gun always die of disaster
Praying for my demons to go away
It just makes them come closer
When I had u felt like a heavy
That's the sound of summertime
Walk out the door, I'm feelin' good
Sun shining down, in everybody's hood
Breeze lift my feet, I didn't miss a beat
to escape
From my thoughts, I gotta get away
'Cause I put my all into it, blood, sweat, and tears
But I feel like I’m stuck after 'bout 11 years
Ain’t no
around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
It all comes down to nothing
Six senses feeling
Five
Aching aways just to relocate you
Kill us with your fist
So you mix it with me
I function better when I get approximately
High by my technical flyby
I
society
I am here still waiting
I'm locked away from the outside world
Someone's screaming out of pain
The devil's living in his brain
Doctors locking up my
I been workin' all day, hmmm 'til the sun go down
Back hurt, feet hurt, but I still got to work
Who gonna save me? Hmmm, break every chain, hmmm
cards
While I'm picking out cars
Lick down on yo bitch
Then I'm stealing her heart
Reppin 2 0 3
By now you should know not to mess with me
Stronger
you'll catch a bullet if you think that imma btc
Just know I'm still surrounded by my day ones
Nigga know he might just die from trynna take sun
But I
brown
It’s broke down shit is shaky ain’t got no sound
It’s calm down that beats the purpose this run down
From 3 to 7 pops out working just to bring it
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