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Man look
You gotta show me
Show me you care
This gonna be a lot so you'll need a chair
Baby girl your such a star
I wanna show you off by being who

This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas

They said every album gotta have it
I didn't want to believe it
I didn't even want to write it
Cause I don't even mean it

Here's a generic love song

4 Your Eyez Only

J. Cole

4 Your Eyez Only

2016

a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by

Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male

that 
Imma running back, in a silver back body 
I still got it I'm all profit
She given head 
Bevo Lotti 
Han Solo need nobody 
I'm so high, I might die

mind
Still you're having dreams of running fast in a straight line
And if you keep this distance
Dodging cars and hoping fences
You'll soon cross that

done by the 9th of may
Gotta write the song by the end of the day
Convinced if I’m late, it’ll will mean my dismay 
Album released the 5th day of June

personality
Gon be running up the block
Run it up
Run it up
I got that letter M on the deck
I got that letter O by the sea
I got that letter N in the shop
I got

you feel, still being me
Still be the same
Still have the passion for running the game
Still make a track, and the dopest albums
Still make a track when

on my mind
See I got these problems and I don't want to go tot my nine
And I'm trying to solve them but it feels like I'm running out of time
running out

for three days like I'm Jonah
Every day I drink another Arizona
But I'm running out I might have to go get more-a
And while I'm at it I might also get

(Yep)
You ain't gonna sleep
Ain't no time for counting sheep
Sweat is running down your back
The running back is running deep (Hut)
Michael Vick ya cause

your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage

Rupert had to starve all the indie artists to feed your ego
Running around the Bay looking for Sole with your foot in your mouth
I heard you like the Bay

Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

put you in the right mind
Light shines on my spirit, you just getting side lined
NO 2 your album, something like a nitrite

Man I'm far too smart to go

watching friends again PLEASE

stream every album out by john lee hooker
watch TJ Hooker or Booker, play snooker
just don't htink about monica's

on a killing spree

I heard yo' album flopped
But my albums started to pop
And my album ran out of stock
I said I been at the top
Everyday collecting guap
Hop in

interrogating betta learn some lessons
Question? Yes sir what's your question
How you measuring my outcome based on albums I ain't selling
Mentions? What is my

On to the next, keep looking pass me
I quarterback my status with you 
And now you running back 
We started you was so attached 
Time went by we unnatached 
Rewind

on Sacs
And bliss on stacks
And ripped on back
You strip off dress
I kiss on necks, yeah
Underwater vibes played slow by Mario
Running through paper like

know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album

Uh uh uh uh

I play these games like it’s russian roulette 
Come and collect, the dope
For your brothers in debt
Hung by the neck, the rope
Choke ya