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Bitches on me, they thought that I saw 'em
Bitch you ain't shit, I throw back and sip
Watch where I sit, pocket all blue, contain all blue strips
These be

Cash cow by the pound when I’m sending out the package
When I’m sending out the package
Coolin’ out Cali but my market near the carryout
That’s my

Out of the blue
We went to the country
Abandoned the urban
And followed the bus

Bright summer day
I swallowed you whole
I love the way
You're

some clouds
It's me, the Fields, and some cows
Don't you get it by now?
I need my space so get out
Need to escape the doubt
To a somber world of no

It's the sound of mud sucking soles
It's the smell of happy disaster
It's a cow shitting in the pasture
It's the taste as you lose control

It's

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

crown, 
the Goddess wears a dirty crown          
the Goddess wears a dirty crown, 
the Goddess wears a dirty crown


cows in the pasture two by two

introduction to the South Side

Came from down the field, we used to be like brothers
Shit, that's like my brother stealing with a cow every summer
My blue car

Nuketown Valley
Holy cow I been cooking in the sun
Looking at the temp
It's a big one
Followed by a one and a one
Hot dammit I'm hot
Pulling up yeah

know we ain't about the herd if you really heard about us
The food chain; cows don't moo in the jungle
From Chitown to Vegas, now mU spits with Jungle

a fucking truck
With that bow wow
Hit you with lead just like a big cow
Oh wow, banging on crackers with a gun loud
With some bad luck, bringing this shit

A MORAL-LESS REFUGEE

COVERED IN SORES

A BLITHERING SEA COW

LOST IN ITS DREAMS

NOBODY LIKES ME, YEAH

NOBODY WANTS ME AT ALL

NOBODY LIKES ME, YEAH

wet blue

Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older

Little Joe, the Wrangler

Don Edwards

Songs of the Trail

1992

and paddle now his own canoe

Said he'd try to do the best he could if we'd only give him work
Though he didn't know straight up about a cow
So the boss he

All of my niggaz is out here with blunts in they mouth
Studio set by the ocean, i'm floating, i'm high on the couch
Your bitch busy blowing my phone

by my dolo in the hood imma clutch the steal
Coming for the kill skating corners only three wheels
Fuck how ya feel Fendi bag made a piel
Blues all in

while you giving up
Losers lose don't heat your cool
Land on your ass all black and blue
It's just me what crew
I got hands just 2
Don't confuse my

is it that I'm seeking
Barely thinking for myself
Really influenced by the system
And it's not out here to help
I can tell that my decisions
Are

there was a kingdom just for me
He thought it'd be tantalizing, some kind of test by realty
You know, I just don't know
I said, listen here, Old Scratch,

snowball
Rolls and it grows

Shit he almost passed out before they broke the choke hold
These old toads
That sold him warts by the boatload
That's raft, not

Forget school today...I'm going to the park!
A few hours later, w time passing by
I roll by school, pick up this girl on my mind
Rolling down the street

niggas looking for space
We boxin niggas out
Heavyweight, these featherweight niggas got
A lot of mouth
Its like these rappers picking cotton now
Milked by

bredrins who all alluded 
to hating me and themselves
Teaching me to thereby hate myself
Now I left two kids by two cows
And never said bye son
They lay flat

RTD dropped we made a new hit
Don't worry bro because you ain't got a permit
Trying to bag Molly when she grinding up on Schmidt (that's Luke by the way