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my room
Too much to handle
Too much to handle in my room
I lit a candle
I lit a candle in my room
Too much to handle
Too much to handle on my own

with passion, yeah, I'm lit
I freestyled, tried it out
Yeah, one time it all clicked
I can't believe I did this shit
Burning with passion, yeah, I'm lit

They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah

I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter

This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter

I'm making these goals and at the top of my list
Get the number one record, yea that Billboard is lit
Put the time in, put the work in, yea I put in

thoughts by my window
In a black dress
Death chillin in da corner wit
A blunt lit
Planning on my death
They gonna kill me for da sun set
Gotta get it how u

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

I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track

I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

lit, man, I really love this album, man
Shout out to my uncle, to my granny, to my aunties
My entire family, everybody that helped me out, man

Y'all

Sketch pad sketch pad
Sketch pad sketch pad
Sketch pad sketch pad
Sketch pad sketch pad
Rich rich rich rich
Lit lit lit lit
Sketching doodles

to park it 
I always keep it lit Because a nigga like to spark a lot
I'm just doing me I'm really pimpin out the parking lot

Walk it like I talk it Roll it

want me to go there
And if it's not too late, I know bout a rooftop
I need your face lit up by the mood
All the lights of the city, they reflect on your

Still fightin paranoia 
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for 
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by

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

By your side
I can't help how I feel inside
Feel like I'm losing my mind
But I rather be by your side
Crashed a Beemer
Straight off the liter
Don't

it)
Know I get the money, n**** by the pound (Yeah)
Heard you got a album and it bang, right? (Right)
But When they play me, it’s a different sound
I

Yo I get more props than a movie studio
My rhymes are gore soaked like a film by Lucio
I'll fuck a bitch with an empty gun then shoot her with her

decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done

Bigg Facts

MoneyBagg Yo

2 Heartless

2018

the truth)
Big facts, big facts (big facts, big facts)
Big facts, big facts (real big facts)
Why they mad, 'cause I'm on fire and they ain't lit yet (what's

Top Down

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
Cause i keep the beats thumping hella-hard