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of a wonderful kid who's emotion can kid you
Being fucked with lotion and trojan, put the masks on it fits you
A lip to my dick, i'll bid to that like
A tit

channel emotions
I grab that pen
A whole other beast
Just sat beside you
I ain't tamed, I'm unchained,
You been lied to
I'm the fighter of these streets

"HeartBeat" was like a little bit longer or we got a second part, then it would be 5 stars. But other than that... album of the year, song of the year, artist

f- what could've been
Got some songs that in the bin
Got some emotions should've hid
They trying to f- with the kid
I got hella haters listening to all

repletion
Kept it going
And I finally turned my life around
Was going through a lot of emotions
I hope I made y'all proud
My suicidal attempts
Have not come

tsunami
Dropped a couple albums and
They all different genres
Switching lanes, never car sick
They be like damn
Demxntia coming with the heat
But his chains

alive
And it was so nice to know you
I know it sounds like a rock album
But
You know I had to put some rap on it
Uh
More versatile than a trap artist
Your

All the good tracks that I wasted Goes in another song I just created
Got a good album I just demonstrated How I could rap and how I could dictate it

promotion
Don’t be so emotion
We don’t get excuses
We don’t get excuses
Don’t get excuses
Don’t get it
Don’t fucking get it
Let’s talk knife talk
I’m

promotion
Don’t be so emotion
We don’t get excuses
We don’t get excuses
Don’t get excuses
Don’t get it
Don’t fucking get it
Let’s talk knife talk
I’m

Yeah
Say the words that I've spoken
These demons awoken
And chosen from throwing
Your mind for emotions
The time that they give me I flipped it
You

not, uh, why not"
फिर देखा मैंने hideout, ASAP
और लिखी वहाँ home the album, home the anthem, ah
दिखे बदलाव, मेरे चाहने वाले मुझे भाप लेंगे
Bella अभी पहले

to fight to be
The fire is eternal no limit to the brains
I tried to make peace but I had to decide
To leave my emotions outside maybe I am that typa guy

bien me tester en scred
Voir si mon corps à la rep vu que mon esprit sait pas me dire comment j'vais
J'ai encore rappé sur l'album d'un faux et je me

end up broken
Dead on the floor, deadpan and left with no emotions
They don't wanna see their brothers choking, broken, ripped right open

You mean

à tout le monde que j'ai eu tort 
Et d'éprouver mes émotions en désaccord 
Mes poumons bats mais sont aussi mort 
Tu as vu je jongle être métaphore et

vision on bigger things

[Verse 2]

Confessions of a youth whose put in all the emotion in the booth 

Your beliefs are distance from the truth and 

I

the album but we never got done, cause we were enjoying life, enjoying
Poke and weed in the crib

I wish I could've spent another night with you, but shit,

albums like every year
If you tire, you go tear
Gatekeepers all dey fear

I no go stop (stop)
Grinding my way to the top yeah
It's a numbers game
If you

promotion
Don’t be so emotion
We don’t get excuses
We don’t get excuses
Don’t get excuses
Don’t get it
Don’t fucking get it
Let’s talk knife talk
I’m

of emotion and They mentally disease us
They wanna see us deceased, Extinction is upon us

So it's upon us, whether we Choose or not gotta bet it's all on Us
I

for me
These bitches will adore me these other rappers bore me
Imma flow anyway cause haters gon' record me
And before my last album global touring
Take

heroic
But that's not in my power girl
I'm just a poet
Rose gold on my fangs
Verses taste like Moet
Can't spare no emotion, guess I'm just too stoic

Ion

creatures 
The student seeking wisdom from the universes teachers 
The singularity that parodies the grim reaper 
ct my funeral just play my albums that got