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problems, just bring here to me, girl, you know I can solve them
And healing's a process, and with me by your side, girl, you know that's a great flex
And I

surrounded by paper chasers, money makers, and cappers
Two Benzes and Tom Ford, I spray, let me get this pay today
Used to rock J's, but now I'm Yve Saint

judge by them covers
If I haven't even made my bed 

They say two wrongs don't make a right 
So maybe I should try with twenty-five 
And beggars can't be

thick and by the look that her thighs thick 2 inches from 5'6 fuck wit me then niggaz bleed like Travis Scott moshpit Your new drop went DVD cuz ain't

go on get your red shoes on
let's get out of town
maybe there's a place for the two of us
somewhere in the clouds
fly me to the moon on a spaceship

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I gotta show you the way because you be losing yourself
and I take sips by the pint, because of the stress you hold on my belt

the back
But never you mind gon' head and trip to the fact
That the world got a hold of your lips and your sack
By the time you find out, you erased

Never gave a fuck like girls when they drive And I'm not that phased by that look in your
eyes You got a problem with me, well then okay get
in line

fuckin' nation

Persuaded
By television
Some fuckin' music
Headphones

That got drilled into their fuckin' heart
Head like a drill sergeant
Hmm
Yeah

I'm

Verse 1:
Three hearts collided in the still of the night,
Bound by a love that felt so right.
In the depths of their souls, a flame did ignite,

pain

Suffering and futility
Listen)

Verse 2
This is the rap jungle
When I rap the bees bumble

The trees tumble
Can't stand when I shuffle
Gold mine I

a revolution, we the people will receive our absolution

We can't sit by and let them ruin our nation, They're reaping mass profits while we all just got

Hey kid
What you thinking bout today?
Have you lost that old skool feeling?
Got bit by the hand in which you feed
Two fingers up
I'm leaving
You're

yall cant hold a candle
My cannon like wick
Fire fanning god damn it I'm lit
Whip phantom, no stick
Opps turnt phantom by stick
Got thots turnin fan

that's the only romancing
Baby put it on me like she want me hold it ransom

But she know the pockets stay on long hair Sampson
Show me it's real, I'll

to instinctively defeated by a fear of gravity
Oh how you've longed to take the weight off, your own two decrepit feet
Have a giggle at the joke of facing our

You got to choose, me and suit, we are a union made from two
Babe I'm being real, let's just make a deal
I'll hold you in my arms tonight, let

up weekend divas pickin fights for fun just to get a little diggin' done
Picture perfect two faced people wannabes
Seeking superficial hearts to bleed

A weary traveler speaks to the glade
'Is anyone there? I am in need of aid please'
A man appears dirtied and bare
Clothed by his own beard
He leads

Buyin' their chopper, the fat-ass sticks
D-head type, just talkin' that shit
Got a bad bitch, she come from the north
She hold up my pole, she just up it

when it's just us two

And even though this is different, I'll hold you close
Cause I know you won't let me go

I hope you know I won't go anywhere
I

the Breez (Brrrrr)
I-C-E, chill Weez, wait, hold up, freeze
But to keep it real to real, we are on our q's and p's
And we on the climb, we cold like mine,

Bloodstream, bloodstream, bloodstream
Pessimist my tongue tied tight
Lose interest as time flies by
Filled with drugs I changed my mind
Miserable

I can't dance for jack without a shot of Jack
To get these boots to start scootin' takes a cold six pack
I ain't got no beat in these two square feet