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show off some life that we are not living
If i had a f*** for what you doin I swear fo' God I won’t give it
Yeah like kool aid mix in a pickle boy I’m

always come with a fall
Thats the test but you know we'll prevail
Hustle hard, then im gone headin home

Who am i
Doin me
Smoked out, in my own spot
Last

Never really was the guy living fast life
Surrounded by the dark
But I always seemed to carry a flashlight
I never liked clubs
Man I rather sit back

like fuckin to my tracks
Playin games
We playing tic for tat
I don't like you doin this
Then you go and do that
I'm tryna break ya back
You tryna spend

doin' somethin' foul
I can't turn my back without these haters tryin' to shut me down
Plot and I watch, strategize, but the clock
is sayin' time don't

throw all of my issues in a cup
Then I mix it up, sip it up 
Same with the blessings
Boy I mix it up, sip it up
That's just how it goes on this side
More

going with mine in the mix
Resided united in this
Cant be surprised were arising this quick when designed by devising talent
Your cliques full of vaginas

Yeah this The Sound of a man who been crowned
Not by others, by himself
He ain't really need ya, he checked his wealth
Not by the coin

up in they
Head by they momma
Oh yeah, Ima tell it like it is
I seen where ya been in
These fools talkin' about how they
Be passin' around women
But

I'm just livin till i can't live no more
Stay down always keep ya head to the sky
Stay down always keep ya head to the, uh
It's crazy how a piece

Christmas Is (Make It Sweet)

Bobby Sherman

Christmas Album

1970

Bobby: Hi Sean!

Sean: Hi!

Bobby: How ya doin'?

Sean: Fine.

Bobby: Ya feel like singin' a song of what Christmas means to you?

Sean:

1]
Yo we project living
With plastic on the furniture,
Little n****z coming up will
Fucking try to murda ya
The D's not out so the coast is clear
But

time
Layin' down relaxed
Livin' in my own imagination
Sometimes it is entire zone
Sometimes it's fragmentation
A little something fiction is based on,

my mix
I'm never pissed off
All of y'all are fake, if he caught, he'd probably crisscross
Baddie wanna taste, bout to answer all the missed calls
Said

astonishment
Let's bond a bit, I can get you money or ya mama evic'
Harm, long arms under long john pajama fit
Loafers with the jeans, they envy on how my

The bag so little
And The Smell so loud
Yea I'm tryna get rich
And I'm tryna know how
I'm tryna face a wood
I'm high right now
Im tryna face a pound

matter anymore.

Let me introduce you baby, to my bottle of henney. Ain't a problem in the world when you're sipping with me. K.u.t, mix a little, say

Az Side

Nastyboy Klick

Tha First Chapter

the westside,eastside,northside and the south
We gets down so california gon feel it
So how ya gonna dis it if ya never even seen it

[Chorus]x1
[Verse 3]
We'll hit

Old school Twiztid found in the rubble of Earth's remains

You don't know how we do things shut the dog fuckin' say shit.
I'm gonna get fuckin fresh,

on my dick and I get on her nerves.
I look at life through a different lens
I been snakebitten by many friends
Don't catch feelings, interference but I

Senpai the headline, now they dying to come
We been seen this coming 'fore the flyers went up
'Cause I do bad by myself
Retired the cuffs
Completed

to back to back to back
With little bro when we found it
I was back to back to back to back to back to back
I was back to back with that Charlie
She could

you'll need it
Take care of yourself instead.
You know, how I hate it when you're messing with my hair.

channel
Oh I love the way you laugh, love the way

hoes wit ya dildos
Mane you niggas really just ain’t hittin shit
Ill flow wit some chill flows
I could mix it up still deliver bricks
Get some real flows