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love me in spite of their niggas
He claiming it's beef, I got time today nigga
Run up it's on sight just like Tom & J nigga
Air that shit out it's

fuck this scene putting back on my jeans
On to the next one
Smoked nicotine in the air shout out Eugene
You seen how I run rap with a team compared

sensitive pussies n you seem to follow long
Offended by something I may say or do
Two Caucasian ass middle fingers in the air for you
First amendment states I

is all that I need
I would still be the shiii even if I started from the 80s
Far from the rest playin' by the rule of Hades
Did it for the city surely

is all that I need
I would still be the s*** even if I started from the 80s
Far from the rest playin' by the rule of Hades
Did it for the city surely

Krainpaper by the bundles
Taking chances keep my head
Above water down bad for a long Time consolidating all my quarters Marinating is the Thought

the blindfold
whose the enemy? This rival per se? its Satan 
I've been waiting like I took his order then baked it
Made him an album - how come it's not just

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house

actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is

My heart was full of love now my tank on E
Around the time you was listening to heart on sleeve by R.O.D
Fake love I OD'd you never hear my side

shit they want more but the air still dry Cornelius Fillmore
This is not the album it's the fucking grand tour
But I'm still on track but the track still

fucking up my mind
I jot it down in my journal upon these blurry lines
This is my last ride, I left instructions
My niggas know that my album is exported

You Already Lost

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Your power is already fading & I’m never

Are you ever just like
In a mood where you just dance and sing by yourself
With no one watching
Don’t lie, everyone does it
It’s fun isn’t it
Yeah
I

in the moat rhymin'
I C-10 racks times 10, Post Malone drivin'
Finger licking chicken from my kitchen air fryin'
These rappers imposters softer than

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Uh huh yeah
Spooky shit, nigga
Way too spooky, nigga, look

Hard work instead of talent
But I work harder than

Christmas memories in my photo album
Missing your happy, excited faces
As you open gifts under the Christmas tree
And sing Christmas carols in

released his nudes 
This album has taken place behind my pale paced out face 
There are no mountains in space 

Broken backs to break bread
Fuck the arid

Its morning in my little world
The air always stays the same
Take out my favourite cup
Just peachy thoughts in my mind
More than friends
Less than

off a nerve
Y'all be surprised by the way I observe
Y'all don't believe that I hop in some German engineering
Put it in sport and then swerve
Y'all

of bel air
Doch bist du CR7 spielt keiner hier fair
Ich will eine Patek brauche keine Menschen
Ah ah
Ich will eine Patek und ne Mansion
Homies von mir

off a nerve
Y'all be surprised by the way I observe
Y'all don't believe that I hop in some German engineering
Put it in sport and then swerve
Y'all

branches, toss you in the pool
That you just partied up in on your vacation from school
Violent by nature don't expect me to apologize
Surgical with it.

Christmas memories in my photo album
Missing your happy, excited faces
As you open gifts under the Christmas tree
And sing Christmas carols in