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4 Bar Friday

Skyzoo

The Barrel Brothers

2014

heart pumping getting weaker by the breath
You seen what I just seen, it probably leap up out your chest
Had to make it for my momma, caught a seizure

and we all connected by roots
You know that your garden is real when it doesn't hold back the truth
Tell you things that you need to hear, (yeah) play no

like ones
I touch the beat like
Arthur fingers clutching, yuh
Timing, alignment, I’m always spinning
Hate to see me out though
I’m always chilling,

Arthur, Keep excalibur through Camelot,
Ya camera shy, when cameras on
F*ck chill, I'm tryna to catapault,
Pull up like callous or,
Make these roaches

Arthur I'm sittin' there with no armchair
Only one sittin' here with a real care When I'm on the streets, I know they will all stare

But I am an artist,

from this point on
Is defined by the fact that your gone.

I've seen the world, it done me wrong, can't deny
In this crazy game of life, gotta keep my

a million decisions 
I'm tryna be well 
I can tell by the way you sitting that you need help 
But every time I look at you 
I fall into your spell 
You got me

on the road is you hoe'ing like a Gardner 
They say don't judge a book by its cover
Im the author 
Now it's clenched fist like I'm Arthur 
Lines break da

from her love why love don't cost a thing
My co star is a million got a bag full of green things
Cannon if I'm sending shocks xl nigga gon swang
Arthur

no condiments tryna catch up
400 Year head start Not an even matchup
My genetics paint a felon shit don't add up
My aesthetic raise prophets make

And ima put it in
Yo ribs tonight
Arthur fist
When i hit tonight
Ima make you want kids tonight
Full grip on the sheets tonight
The neighbors saying
They

ketchup
I'm hotter than a boiling kettle stirred by the devil
In Ohio in the summer with a sweater
When these wraps cut cold, and got you salivating,

Mo
You know?
I can catch a tiger
By the toe
Make Em holler cut
Em throat
What I know?
I don’t even know no more!
I got Gin and Juice in my left
Big

Soul to Keep

O.C.

Bon Appetit

2001

(Stop the car Brooklyn
Do somethin' to make me feel better
I'ma do somethin' to make you feel great)

It's like
Bon appetit y'all

Commonly

where I am destined to go
And how I need you to be there
Look you make my Christmas special

Yea I keep that tree, they gone remember me
Got that range

bunny, bitch
You could call me "Arthur"
Really got this shit out the mud
You can call me "farmer"

"West Warren" on my neck
I get it in my city
All these

Shout out DJ Chopp-A-Lot I see you boy ha ha
It's the Comeback kid
Jah Bless
Ay Ay Ay
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks

floor
I've made it way too far to be stopped by another closed door
So next time I make sure I got the keys
Plugging my ears when you talk to me
I know

storms in arizona
I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck
Diplomas


Haven't you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye

the direction
If I don't search how will I know what I was given
I feel like Santiago in the book The Alchemist
Or maybe King Arthur in the Mists of Avalon
It's

on a beat that's damn sweet
Freestyle and drive, no backseat
Can't touch Kendrick but I pack heat
Not a comeback, it's a repeat
Pockets full of racks by next

Mentally raping me
Physically making me
Stuck in this prison and no ain't no breaking free
Telling myself that this must be some make believe
Stabbed

wanna smoke with me 
Mad her nigga got OG needs 
Can’t stop like my OG need me 
Do the dash, make the po-pos bleed 
Ten toes I’m still on my feet 
Wanted

Yeah I just be hittin' the road
Look at my ice when Im gone
I better make it alone
And then when Im up they gon call-up my phone
I got my heart like