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you couldn’t make a mile
Smoke a bowl and stretch your soul
I’m on a roll, stuck in album mode
Who else kills it the same way that we do?
You’re

you or me
I want some peace and sleep, but this not album three
My vision fade to grey then show me what I seek
My peace in pieces, shrieking demons

sightings
Of the crazy space pirate baby ladies by I-90
Where a lot of old friends are found face down in a gutter
And the most beautiful women around are

I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's

courtesy fee
Come through wit 50 like Curtis wit me
Album on stream no these verses ain't free
Nigga murder is dirty but the hearse is so clean
My money is

and sign checks
I swear to god am surrounded by people that are blessed
Who use to have the same issues me but we never confessed
Look, the high school days

and found a man to hold
That house hid them from bitter cold
They had a boy by the name of Abel
That boy had melancholy eyes
A sensitive soul that laughed

I'm the Orson Wells of the rap game
My debut album about to be my Citizen Kane
No disrespect to the greats
But I'm the greatest instead
I only call

Yo
(Gonna open this album out with some) Some of that hip hop
(Lyrical spiritual miracle, uh lyrical spiritual miracle) Yeah-yeah

She was talking about how people don’t make albums anymore.

Jack Frost.

Juxx.

I keep dreaming, more than human

R. U. S. T. E.

I keep dreaming,

where's the satisfaction?
If it's not made true, is it only a distraction?
Who's the judge?
Building a beautiful home by brick
But if it isn't two-story,

I go day by day. Night by night.
I feel like I’m ok but something aint just right.
I’d like to talk bout it and get in depth with ya.
I’m an artist

hardly get by/
Be that as it may you should probably stay inside/
Find a road and ride, dig a hole and dive/
Cause nobody living twice and nobody survive/

amigo)

Hold on, let me hit this weed, nigga
Yeah, I got it

Gray spaceship, hop out, Fieg ASICS
(Talk to 'em) told Flee, "You gon' be rich
You just gotta

back that broken plate
And It's all on the face
And It's hidden by shade
Seven dark lights of grey
Seven shaded with paint
Don't say you're love ain't

Man, what the fuck is up with all this love shit
I'm The Mad fucking Martian

I'll keep writing, until I'm old and grey
Watch me dive in a world so

KNC gon' turn it up baby
Y'all don't know about this one

Sippin' in the basement not no Wock it's pure gray goose
Shorty tried to take the klock

dates I've been sipping by myself
Album wrote about you but sitting on the shelf
We had chemistry, but wasn't meant to be
The saddest part is you don't

And I spit from the soul, the only way you're gonna feel it
Memories of me getting beat by my dad as a youth
This album represents me, nothing but

sold 8ths, but got robbed anytime a local gangster caught me
Got jumped by those kids at Flagstaff, thank God when they were done I stood back up when

Da Da Da Da

Tha Alkaholiks

X.O. Experience [Clean]

2001

myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's

Da Da Da

Tha Alkaholiks

X.O. Experience

2001

dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself,

Jose
Feel like Migos when we go dat way
Got a new chick, red hair Jean grey
Ain't Buble but you know I Sway

Sway, sway, sway, sway
Sway, sway ,sway
(You

Do I Do

The Four Freshmen

Fresh

1992

has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy