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so damn long
Couldn't numb the pain with the
Hit from the bong
I'm going through the motions and
It feels so wrong
And I daily catch a feeling
So I

Reddi Wip

Chris Brown

Heartbreak on a Full Moon

2017

shit, yeah (oh)
All of these hours keep passin' by

No, I don't really care if they know
I ain't playin', girl, I wanna lick you up and down
Aw,

Young prodigy, I'ma eat lobster
Pull Spanish bitches but I speak nada
And she got a need to roll the weed all up
You ain't got a chance when it's me

where I'm at
Trenches and the savages
They put me to the test
I ain't spendin' on no chain unless
The lawyers got the check
By hidin' four cases

Simon Says (Street Games)

Royce da 5'9"

M.I.C. (Make It Count)

2004

don't put your foot in my circle
You must be ruthless, or you will die hidin
beside a bunch of chicken niggaz that +Duck Duck Goose+
I'm not a hater nigga

nigga
Better stay up in your place, bitch
Fuck around and get your face split any day, nigga
They know I'm a demon, you ain't met the Devil until you

flies
Growin' up is scary man, that's somethin' I'll admit
But we all gotta do it, there's no point in hidin' it
I miss my innocent youth, and I miss all

to know it
Tryna find a love but I cant find no one to show it
Runnin from the pain like its chasin' me down
I need some help but I cant find no one around

outside, pop out on her with that eye

Yeah, watch this, breathe
Bullets get the fly and these niggas get the high
I won't leave her by the crib where I

Bitch, you know I'm with my brothers, bitch they stayed down
I'll put something down this ain't no playground
Man the opps really ho's man they stay

dripping like candy cane
I dream about coppin Richard millie plain
I aint capping this shit is just off the brain
Too legit ion show the pain
I want dollars

know these niggas, they love to plot
No, I'm not hidin', I'm right at the spot
Put your front yard on the block

Yeah my jacket ain't Levi, it's Rick
I

All we do
A few will be gone
Some gets thru
Two thousand twenty
Where is the truth
Enough with the hidin
Come Rally the troops

I ain't never thought

alot
Fuck nigga cut it out i tend to walk dine my opps wit the choppa out
Fuck you talm bout fuck is you talm bout
Fuck you talm bout my niggas aint hidin

apart

I've been gone too long
This bruise ain't black, it's yellow
I've been gone too long
My sweet heart breaks, so be careful
But this pain ain't

my environment
Nine years old, exposed to some grimy shit
Mom and her drunk boyfriend just had a fight again
So I'm hidin' in my bedroom, turn up

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Nothin' but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robbin'
Gucci print

I walked into a room full of silence
I've been by myself in the shadows where I'm vibin'
Demons come at night; I shine my light, I ain't hidin

I feel high
As I lay by the pool
(Côte d'Azür, buzzin' bees, bright blue sky)
Turning wild 
As I'm picturing you
(Velvet skin, honey lips, mint-green

rawness
iLL content, criminal concepts
Little by little that shit'll riddle ya concious
Rhymes for hire retire entire squadrants
Quiet get it on I'll be

(Smoother than I wanna)
Catch the scent in my aroma (Scent in my aroma)
Wait you can save the Melodrama (Save the melodram')
Hidin' contra in the Kontra

niggas make you change
We both know what happened that night and what I did
But it ain't what they sayin'
But when the feeling's change, the pain start

(I get high) hidin' all of my emotions, never change, I'm stuck posted
(I get by) what a lame excuse to keep doin' what I do
(I get high) wastin' my

Platform Squadron, Soul Assassins, The Alchemist
Suckers are hidin

[Evidence]
Yo turn the power on, insert the disk
Tonight you ain't the joint if you ain't