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They told me this shit just happened by luck but I got faith in God so that can't be accountable
Only come out when it's sunny you ain't from no gutter

I want to hear
Is that pretty flawed well yeah but hey I got lots of flaws
Guess what here's a confession
Some of these artists have taught me more

and she twisting the knob feeding propane
I spoke to the pretty Barista like if I had any intentions other than to fuck
Ran out of luck, I should've been

light
Chrome wheelies all kitted on tinted glasses
I just couldn't let you pass by
Lest take a chance here's my number
Got no plans let me take you out

Anger and aggression
Led me to my own depression
Confessed this confession
I now learned my new lesson
I'm two steppin'
Just wanna see better days in

hearding her flocks on the hills of Glenshee
I stood in amazement, said I, ""Pretty fair maid
If you will come down to James Town with me
There's ne'er been

Rockabye Baby

Priscilla Renea

Jukebox

2009

need support 

Mary used to be a pretty maid, now shes hustling to get paid 
Georgie promised her the finer things, till baby blue was born 
Now she

LOL

Little Jackie

The Stoop

2008

I see his thumbs workin' overtime lately
Immersed in a text you sent discretely
She probably a cool chick, light skinned, pretty
Come to think

"'Erm Doreen, I've got a confession to make. I'm not like ordinary boys"
"Oh Ivor, I know you're not like ordinary boys, you're about thirty years

DON'T PAY ME IN HOMAGE, PAY ME IN DOLLARS
GOT ADVICE FROM UNCLE ROC TO FOCUS ON MY POCKETS
N*GGAS ARE PETTY, WATCH EM
I CAN TELL BY THE POSTURE IF NIGGAS

changed

And why can't things just be like they were before?
Like
Hand in hand
Walks in the sand
Kissing by starlight
Confessions by moonlight

These

many weapons
I'm pretty much dead and
I'm sweating in essence ain't pleasant 
Two seconds pass by and I'm dreading
The lessons effected, class, always,

and send it back
They Aaron Judge me when I got my stripes back in 99
She want my hancock on her sheets signed on the dotted line
Face pretty body fine, fuck

In gold party dresses and half baked confessions
Fleeting obsessions on anything new
Millions of questions about my existence
And if I'm even cool