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talking out
They ass at times
Be on the grind in the parks
And in the ave for mines
At the bottom, in a bucket full of crabs
Y’all in-the-way niggas still

I'll be looking so good na na
Balling up at starling park na na
I'll be jamming with the boys na na
Imma keep having fun na na
Imma just be myself na

laughing out loud
Long time thinking I was safer by myself
Open up and cool cool out
Long time thinking I was safer by myself

Pumped up spilled guts over

Riding by myself cuz I don't trust no one
I need less friends
I need more guns
Riding by myself cuz I don't trust no one
I need less friends
I need

time for heart attack, you kno where my heart at (You kno where my heart at)
I’m tryna hide da pain in me
I work by myself like I’m wearing a hard hat

Gangsta Sh*t

OutKast

Stankonia

2000

back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight

Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you

feelings to myself
Know you gonna despise my acts
When you find out I was sleepin' with your sister behind your back (what?)
We was both drunk and high,

And get these feelings off of my back 
Several times you lied and screwed up 
And took it back by getting boo'd up 
And promised me you'd take me back

rhymes 
A year went by
I focused my thoughts on 
Jottin' life through the lens
Of someone who had fell 
But wouldn't lose a fight 
Regrouped and proved he

I'm just evaluating opportunity
Avoiding disunity
But not in the community
Not in the community

I got no limits im just limited by my ability

Sitting in my room all by myself

Linkin up Rhymes for my mental health 

My minds playing tricks on me

Bush wick Bill 

When facing opposition I 

Push

for help
Niggas pray for heaven
But receiving like we asked for hell
So I just keep goin by myself
Roll the gas and melt

like Ken & Dess when I mask up tell Bro let's get it
It's a good day I hope my ho don't ruin it by bitchin
Boy I'll kill myself before I eva go down

I'm linkin the jazz with the saxophone
And you know I always gah keep my head on
My art and music always keeping me calm
Wild out on a beat drop

Ohhh ohhhh
Ohhh ohhhh
Ohhh ohhhh
Won’t you just park up at the curb by the bayside
I’m in love with the curves on your waistline
I get perturbed when

God's Work

Murs

The End of the Beginning

2003

Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It

by the projects while a nigger hollar

[Jay-Z]
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty young thing
Rap

I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill
Got the fellas on some Johnny Gill
Steady screaming, "My, my, my, my"
Walk on the carpet with

of
Myself as a musician or as a singer
One day in the early '60s
I was visiting my mother's
House in Montreal the house is beside a park
And in the park

Mr. James

Matthew West

Sellout

2006

Somewhere along the line
I guess I just lost all track of time
And tried to make myself a name

[Refrain]
Time goes by
Just like yesterday
Used to be

in Rhode Island with Dad, Grandma, Grandpa and Dave
Who hung himself real high
In the National Park sky, it's a shame and I'm crying right now

Never be hurt by a man
One thing about me
Imma get to the bands
Do it by myself
Never need a helping hand
Don't need your clout
Bitch i got my own

How Can I Be Down

Toya

Toya

2001

like the cruise control
On the slow creep DVD front and back
You like park it Have em' all watchin' like they
With the big screen And when the crowd is

barkin 
Grab some green n fuckin spark it
Grab some green n fuckin spark it 

I been walkin slow through that dog park
Down by the creek that's where