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sound
You could search the fuckin' sky and never get the ocean ground
15 mixtapes hold it down, man go give lil' bro the crown, 
This shit almost over

luck
looking at my life I’m like what the ****
pick up the guitar, give those heart strings a little pluck
Might not have it all, but it’s still enough

better not to
Say I'm not involved
(which I am but) Wretchclart
Need to change man need to change

Look, I can see why this happened
No-one wants to get

dab
Take one hit of this dab, uh

I've got a slab on it
You begging me give you a taste
I'm in my lab onto dabbing, get out my face
I grip my dabuccino

the boulevard
Show these scars like art
On the walls at Juilliard
Little blocks that we ran
Made us who we are
Till we fall prey
We ball hard
No movie stars

man
I don't need your help and I don't wanna hold hands
Always kicking slow jams, I don't wanna go dance I can stand on my own two feet and I promise

no, we're up for whatever 

cds grabbed the phone and started to ring Trevor, who? 

He's the man who runs the home office 

He answered the call like

you leave it loose?
You are badly hurt.
You're a silly goose.

You are caked in mud,
And in blood, and worse.
Chew your bitter cud,
Grope your little

sometimes you should take the hand
that is given by a friend 

I lift that veil of golden rain
books of knowledge fill my veins
you'll defeat the savage death

A little boy at the end of a day knelt by
his bed to say a prayer
And Father up in Heaven heard the prayer
he prayed
And listened to each word with

God Is a Bullet [Live]

Eve's Drop

One of Many Goodbyes

2002

man
So proud.
Mama's gone crazy 'cause her baby's shot down
By some teenage car chase war out of bounds
It was the wrong place wrong time wrong end

Welcome to Paramount

Manic Hispanic

Grupo Sexo

tamales, tamales, tamales, tamales
Shit man I'm starving homie
Hey little homie
Come her cale homie
Capaso
Yeah give me a six pack of tamales
And a pack

man
I never trip my third eye faster than hands
And the mathematic schematics that
I practice is banned

Lyrics for days, you been warned kill that
When

You can have a skittle
A mento or a sweet tart
It ain't no riddle, you don't need an ID card
It's not illegal
It might give you some cavities
It's

hand, little one
And I wouldn't let you run, oh

Like, I like the way that you're moving around me
I went fully lidge on the day that you found me
I