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like they represent the youth
I double up the tints, they got me blacking out the coupe
And nothing was the same since my Fire in the Booth
Shit, look

like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything

Save It

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

1st Verse
Save it before you end up dead it’s not looking good

weezer cause i look just like buddy holly
Call me brendan sundstrom cause im making a fire album
No im not a rancher but yes im very jolly
If somebody diss

How I'm Comin'

LL Cool J

14 Shots to the Dome

1993

Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for

it by
Tearing butterflies in half
And some men do it in Palm Springs
Laying it into butter-blondes
With Cadillac souls
Cadillacs and butterflies

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

you don’t think so, you ain’t carin’
No opinions, only facts here
Only facts are what I’m sharin’
There’s a thing we have in common
I hope that you’re

I'm pouring, oh yeah

I look fire I know that I'm on fleek, yeah
Talk down on me, but you know I'm what you need, yeah
Listen to me, yeah, you are

a million bit's
And I am so smitten take a hold of me oh you
Got me by my controller
I will obey your every whim
Until you say game over

(Game Over)

You are

vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,

to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov

now the shades are drawn
This dark infesting shadows cross the hall and now they’re gone
I see this old arcade
And rain comes down the gutters

Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in

And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with

open of rap with an arcade token
But the machine's broken
No more lives
Come on by
Wait on line
Take low dimes for rhymes and chime in with a punchline

making moves
I be making plays
Shawty playing games like we at a kids arcade
Blinded by my wrist so I put on Ray Ban shades
Gettin' to the gwuap
Yea I

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us

a Green Day concert, missing teeth, but I really wanted her so much
So I walked over, said, would you be mine
She said, are you mine? And I'm like, holy

flaw, how are bitches callin' me a clown
When you're the one with five pounds of fuckin' make up on
But I ain't playin' soft, y'all the ones who paints

on
Here to feel the moment won't let it pass by me 

You, you are the one
You, you are the one

Can you feel it in your soul
Lifted and you're peaking

must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm

and bitchin'
Good afternoon, feel like the monkey in Chris's closet, baboon, baboom

I blow up the beat, I live in a suite, the facts are concrete
I spit fire