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to Get Better

Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith

Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books

Do you have any regrets?

Oh yeah
Plenty

I've seen these music docs

to swing low until a chariot takes me home
No I'm more like Harriet
Running my race better than Secretariat
How
Just know I pound
The pavement and make

brothers and
Sisters, the memory of his parents
The street vendors selling
The elotes con mayonesa that I would beg him
To get in the mornings before school

when I drive by
Bout to set it off cuz it's showtime
I come alive in the nighttime
And you can find another vibe like mine

I guess success just begs

I never played along with all the silly games
Thinking back on how we even met how far we really came
And all it really fucking took was just a story

came up from the bottom so I had to boss up yeah

I know they gone miss me at my home town
I just had to boss up with my own time
I know they gone miss

Memories made in the blackest of places we call home
From the places that we are from
From the triple darkness we come from
I'm connected like

the world, aint trying to die home
Called me phony, or later, it's still a dial tone
I'm busy I just ran it up, who burning cals off
Pockets looking like I

And walk around the garden
I suppose you go to bed at night
Exhausted yet excited
Doesn't count it doesn't count
Until you're pissed off just like i am

to define my blessings
When on the road just know I'm well protected
4ORTYAKERZ & a 40 cal
This that drop squad, get well adjusted
 get in tune with

a rare orchid)

I take your hand
and now we meet.
This time I see
what’s meant to be.

I did not come here
just to stay down in agony.

And your world it

a rare orchid)

I take your hand
and now we meet.
This time I see
what’s meant to be.

I did not come here
just to stay down in agony.

And your world it

Tweakin'

Vince Staples

FM!

2018

suggest you pout
I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In the back come home

This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo

Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new

hoping God would be by me, I met a woman who truly loves and trusts me.
I make even more friends who know they can count on me.
I laugh, I love, I lie I

And Rappers, such a waste of space and im  just running outta space man that shit is galactic
I came out the womb it was like I crash landed, my shit is so cold

with you always, whenever you need me just call me and I’d be there”.
By the time, she woke up she discovered she was the only aside the nurse

day
Back when you wanted me to stay

Talk shit, dumb ho, just shut up
Came with a Glock and a beam, get lit up
It's so much cash, you can't even count

to survive and make it on my own. I lived on my friend's couches until their parents would ask, Hey, why aren't you going home? And then I would just change

vomit
Word to me, I'm wild like Dean Street in '93
I smoked away my home training
And now I'm in the future just memory laning

All up to Brooklyn,

for my homies to come home
As I sit back under acorn tree
Reminiscing on my memories back in the days
Blazing on haze, wanting to hear some Curtis

I Can Count on You

True Vibe

Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius

2001

didn't ask me why you just came
And never complained
When the night seems too dark
And the distance too far
It's good to know
I can count on you
When

'm fuckin up the count
Pray I get by but I'm never get out
These lil clout chasin clowns gettin put down

I don't need the fame its all in the game
I don't

Chasing Dreams
Written & Performed by Derrell


To kick things off
I just gotta give a quick shoutout to my FLIGHT Fam
And everybody that's down