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Stuff all the racks in a vault
I beat up the pussy, that shit like assault
These rackies gon' come and it won't be a halt
Don't play by my green, I might

can't hide
I'm by myself and I slide
Your gang is not down to ride

And, bitch, we always outside
We not a gang, we a tribe
My circle a knot, bitch, it's

to forget
But I just find myself in regret so

Most days I just try to get by
But I don't think I can deny
But when I think 'bout why
I don't know why I even

wanna disappear
Can I get myself out of here
Let me out, Rip me out, Now my end is near
Now my end is near
Can I get myself out of here
Day by day

fucked like 3 times a day
No no
See I remember when you left me girl you left me by myself
I'ma let y'all digest that for a second
Soon as the L word is

stuck here drowning till I lose all of myself
I'm sick of always having to wait
One of these days it'll be too late

I never thought I'd see the day
Where

with my life
I try 
but I find myself just scraping by

no direction, got no 
got no direction, got no

all I've got's a little, a little more than

progress so I had to take myself back to the basics
Steadily work on my passions and end up in somebody's playlist
I know one day I'll reach the fame I've

said it's too much
By myself trying to build wealth and i got no crutch
Too much, said it's too much
Steady driving changing gears but i got no clutch

All I do is move alone
You just ride a coat tail
Do my dirt all by myself
That way no one neva tell
Being broke might sell dope
If I’m caught I’ll go

Sunday Park

Yen Town Band

Montage

1996

but I think it's o.k
to be myself
Especially
when you're not around
I need someone to hold
I know how to have fun

I wish you were here by my side
we

tears, them OG's liein

I talked to the karma king tryin
To get the game score it ain't red or blue
The color green start the gang war
I did some things in

Boom Draw

Julian Marley

Awake

2009

Healing of a nation, I cients, whoa
Healing of a nation, I cients, whoa
Healing of a nation, I cients, whoa

A Boom Draw of herb deh by mi bed

day dream...blemished
By the smudgy finger prints of man...

And slivers of my life...floating,
Still soaring in space...
And spirits of bee hives
Even

Mister Frog went a-courtin, he did ride,
A sword and buckler by his side, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

He bridled and saddled a big fat snail, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Tire swings, summer dreams, honeysuckle on the breeze
Whistle County creek
Laying in the green grass, I was watching clouds pass
Baby, you were

an airline 'cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by

drop-top
Chillin' on the scene
Smokin' pounds of green
Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money hungriest, Brooklyn Loch-Ness
Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi'

tears

Now that I'm strugglin' in this business
By any means label me greedy gettin' green
But seldom seen
And fuck the world 'cause I'm cursed
I'm havin'

Pick Yourself Up

Mark Murphy

Crazy Rhythm: Debut Recordings

1999

I pick myself up,
Dust myself off,
Start all over again.

Don't lose your confidence if you slip,
Be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick

Pick Yourself Up

Dick Haymes

American Legends: Porter, Kern & Gershwin

1996

I pick myself up,
Dust myself off,
Start all over again.

Don't lose your confidence if you slip,
Be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick

Pick Yourself Up

Milt Buckner

Milt Buckner in Europe

1966

I pick myself up,
Dust myself off,
Start all over again.

Don't lose your confidence if you slip,
Be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick

forever
Please ... Please

Chasing rainbows in the sun
As the days go one by one
You've been traveling so long
I feel like I'm numb

By the water I will

forever
Please ... Please

Chasing rainbows in the sun
As the days go one by one
You've been traveling so long
I feel like I'm numb

By the water I will