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belly
Big dreams of whip cream over your jelly
You got a man
Well why the fuck you ain't tell me
You mean all these dreams you would sell me
In this

what you want uh
And to my East Coast bredren stay with the vinyl spinning
Sayin we got what you want yeah
To my London homies bump & grind to them

what, what, what
Let's go
(Shit) Let's go
Fuck you mean
Talk less do more
I'm tryna makin my shit (My shit)
Maison Mihara, my kicks (My kicks)
Fashion

of my check list reads
Remain unaffected by the next pricks beliefs
I'll keep this brief, breathe you in like a sigh of relief
Existence disappears

the archives
Taken down one by one
Fuck it
Unverified your mine
A house full of data I'll kill myself in the house
It will all die with me
No auction
Fuck it
my

the root of each disaster
Everytime I fuck it up, you'd think I'd learn it that much faster
And then master my craft
'Stead of bounding round the problem -

up on me
You switched up on me
You switched up on me
You switched up on me
Why'd you have to switch up for a bag
Boy I could've gave you that
Fuck

Still tryin' to let it go
The feeling keeps following me
And I got to go
It's not what it seems
I love you though...
Yeah, funky music
Yeah, fuck

the fuck up! i ain't finished yet!
You were kinda buzzed, i would introspect
And when you're kinda drunk, you start whispering
And dreaming of the days

Huh
Bad for you
I feel bad for you
Huh
You gave up on this shit, i feel bad for you
Ain't no going back to you, going back to you
Damn that shit's

I'm in the cosmos type shit
Taking it easy
Reclining in this shit
Fuck stressing needlessly
What more a nigga gotta do anyways right
Every time I

She hit me up with the XOXO's
I know she wanna be , Lil Nina'
After I fuck her, I tell her to kick rocks, yeah, baby, I really do not need you

(Yeah)
Run in ya lights, fuck a stop sign (Fuck it)
I want you for a lifetime (Forever)
What's your size? Whatchu like to wear? (Right)
Hit the mall,

feels like part of me
I want to hear you scream my name
I want to learn to love again
But it's hard to archive my goals
Oh yeah
When they're standing

love
That you know we are free
It's important to me, love
That you know we are free

Gotta have faith at all times
We all become an archive
Oh

his hands to count to ten
Straight up, I get dissed by these corny MCs
that rhyme Mareko With teko
but that juvenile shit doesn't faze me
coz you suckaz

YPB: The Archive
(Bruskiii Ky)
(Scratch mixed it)

All the drills we done, it's nuts
All the drills got done by us
That boy got splashed and he

Florida like a Seminole
Gator face when you pass by, no friendly shit
Niggas wanna hate on the swag
But they envy it niggas only fuck with you
Close when

Ghostin' ghostin' ghostin', ghostin' ghostin'; mmm

Chewing down my ear for fam
I got more

Fuck all you neeks

Laughs in mase J
They ain't ready

and they give me pain
She be fuckin' with the bad guys
She be living her best life
Hiding all texts in the archive
Always thought that you was mine
We

not sorry, I gotta close ties
The people you love, the people you keep around you the ones you get hurt most by
Ain't from Atlanta my shooters be

the  classic shit
Yeah, they gon' remember this
It's timeless

Every time that I open my eyes
See you by my side
It's true, I'm not lying, baby
Hey shawty, is

I got silly rhythm
Fuck Essay? blasphemy death by witticism
Killer punchlines, joker with the lyricism
Act on impulse don't follow algorithm
Don't

So you know this bitch, She be on my mind
She set it, she make it go mental
She told me she's coming from east
She single, I took her and I bought her