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the sun up above
In hubris
But I don't really give a fuck
Cuz I'm a renegade
I've served you all with a smile
Spiked lemonade
I sure ain't one for

to you
While days are passing by And I'm hopelessly in love Got to get you in, into my life
Mountains, nature
Nude back and arms towards the sky Exercise,

explode like
TNT
Like TNT
When I seem low
When they come over
These changes are formed by everything
Too deep too low too fuck
You and I
Come to the dark

have suffered by your fucking hands
Washed your hands clean of me
Where the fuck were you
When i needed you most
I fucking needed you
Dead to me

even 22 I done ran through 22
All I know is woes nigga who the fuck is you

Be yourself and get yo bag right, it's gone pay off
Every day I live that

been alone in my mind
I'm tryna escape running out of time
But maybe I'm way too far gone
You know I'm gon' keep on saying that I'm fine

I'm

the product of an early life crisis
So I could give a fuck 'bout how you're feeling me
You're looking for some energy
I'm looking for some inner peace
I'll find

to pin blame
But you really fucked up
You was so lost in assumptions powered by lust
But I've also been stuck
Acting on desire leading me into a rut
But

through the virtual reality
Money is a tool, while they stay tallying their salary
I live by my ethics, fuck legality, totality
Living on my own terms with

ka nahi
Tu jaake kar kuch aur, rather than
Getting ban by my stan they will end
Imma brand and you know that
Feeling high every day every night
Making

these bricks by the
Tool who gave you permission
Niggas couldn't walk in my shoes even if you
Could fit them been my own boos
Fuk you mean who you kidding

know me
Chain on me that's my trophy
Imma have to give em forty
They gone really have to show me
Imma do it by my lonely
Imma have to keep it lowkey

utbloazen zonder hindernis
Fris, da zien de diengen dawe nu doen ah
Draag nu sandalen, fuck die schoenn
Smitte dirhams lik miljoenn
Doe die diengen nie vo de

(who?)
Highway to hell you're my passenger (huh?)
This is the start of a massacre (fuck!)

make it
When I'm high I lose control
Racks on Racks I want some more
Don't play with me cuz you just play with fire
I'm at my best I keep on reaching

top
Slinging out the banshee
I can see the snake in you like Randy
I get high
I get fly
Drinkin lean jus make time go by
Money and power
Pistols

might slap you
Niggas
Dying over Fenty
Last time I checked, ain't no Rih' In the vicinity
Yeah I might be the reason
Yo bitch spinning you
Shoulda put her

to go down
You can call it a monument
I bet they didn't know it's built by a communist
Or whatever that may be
There's a new definition on the daily

(Messy thoughts)
(Messy legs)
(Messy hair)
(Messy eyes)
(Messy world)
(Messy life)
 
It's like she doesn't give a fuck, you know
She's just stumbling

(Right)
Since you by my side i can feel a new life (Life)
Since i met you i can reach my new high (New life)
I promise if you don't fuck it up we gon' ride

if it's real it's going come back
An look at me I'm back now
Fuck what them niggas talking they just mad cause they can't be around
All my niggas

I'm still growing)
By the time they realized your worth you got going
Got no time to waste I'm focused on life promotions
In success you still feel

While they're sending their votes the same old tenure they boast
And they can order any troops for invading the coast
Bodies on Normandy what the fuck was

is
So fuck it if you can’t hear that far

Got a treasure trove down in Hades
Got to keep it quiet
Every day they play the dark 80’s
Whisper in