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I'm still here
I ain't ever went nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good look around,

Omo logo oh
Omo logo oh
Omo logo oh
What is this
What you mean by an Afro beast
What is this
(Eh eh eh)
What you mean by an Afro beast
(Eh eh eh eh)

Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album

I'm thought erasing All the bad times
That I had, raging

Facing what I have Put me out dazed and 
Fazed by what I had Left me all razed in
Not crazed

festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace

racing
When I'm thought erasing
All the bad times
That I had, raging
Facing what I have
Put me out dazed and
Fazed by what I had
Left me all razed in
Not

lingo
Bros game was a cape saved a hoe
Now she goes by her nickname
Can't impress me with the same thing
That's a shame and you know it
Why you acting

on the record by saying that
Was probably the best Breakfast
Bars we've had

Yo what is this Bring the Pain
When I spit it so insane
Gotta bring it back again

New Patek

Lil Uzi Vert

New Patek

2018

How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money

bubble white
Who fly four by four roofless cars flawless ice
For the pain for yall to know what its like
For every time it rains 40 days and 40 nights
For

Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,

to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by

Story of Jonathon (Prologue to the Crimson Idol) [Bonus Track]

W.A.S.P.

The Crimson Idol

1992

like her. In the pain of youth, the misery of my neglect,
would manifest itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my
friend, hatred - my

the distance, this a debaucherous romp
And I now this just another song of things I lost
Album a collection of my rage
I took my pieces of my pain
Wrote them into

of me witnessing my 
Own corpse accompanied by what seems to 
Be a physical representation of my conscience
I present my journal of pain to you all in

your career and leave you drowned
Congrats on the 10k albums sold
How many did you sell yourself
You sold out for a quick buck chuck
But it won't last

Kubrick
Damn, who would’ve thought
Album in a month, lemme give you some food for thought
We was up in the garage, tryna chase a dream
4 AM, making hooks,

some wild nights
I need to smoke for a minute, can someone grab a light
Set me free from this world of pain and misery
I swear this day job shift is

Memories
They taunt me like a bird caged by scorched wings
Puzzle pieces missing
The grubby fingerprints that kissed the walls have vanished
Like

Where I will be introducing you to two of my friends
The Good, and The Bad
By listening to this album, I am letting you inside my mind
So you can see

a mock gun
My first album still slugging like it came with a shotgun
Girls love to talk about my ILL MIND Like HOP-Sin
5 albums Just starting best believe

me
I'm avant-garde with my sound
I innovated quick like my last album ain't just come out
If I had time to stay silent I wouldn't be here right now
I

my penmanship
This is the venom invented to finish your feelings of innocence
No one is innocent
All are infected by sin and its synonyms. Yeah
I’m

Walking wit steppas you can’t reach this level
You hit the wrong button you get played like a album
Hoes throwing salt pick a stone like Rosetta
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