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temporarily worked
But I'm here again, nothing left to feel
But to get down, facing ground, asking am I really real

H-O double B-E-S
A little kid's companion

bank
Temperatures near zero man, it isn't May
No reception out here to call Triple A
It's safe to say if Phil
And I hadn't drove by, this lady and her

is the internet, we're here to misdirect
So don't get offended, it's just pretend
And I'm dissing them, just to hit the trend
Ripping Eminem's latest

money
Then it's cased closed
I'm still sinning, I still need a halo
But I'm so thankful
I be on the screen, don't watch no cable
I can't sign no deal, I

that instill hatred
Like Andrew Tate

Fortunately, I'm here I can finish my sentences
But innocent brothers and sisters are in prison
They can't finish

gon shine
Tried to knock me off my skates bet I'm still gon grind
If you hate to see me here might as well go blind
Bout to go buy another watch I can't

color X pills, look like a box of Nerds (uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I still want first place if I'm in third (uh-huh)
I've been rubbin' on this

Ride

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

Still lookin' for the supa booty
Rump, chaser, rump snatcha
Huh, get 'em on camera
Call me a jockey
'Cause I'm ridin them skirts and I talk real cocky

Long Way to Go

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

[Chorus: Mr. Probz] 
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now

on then
Think I'm a fool? Go on then, go on then
Draw for the mash, go on then, go on then
Still wanna clash? Go on then, go on then
Go on then wasteman!

On my luck
Don't know who the fuck to trust
I still do thangs that I love
I still fuck peoples bitches
I can't get enough
But where I'm from
That's what

Like I'm Katt, if you dissin' BBE, I will expose ya
New year, new me, still on that same shit
New whip, new Glock, still on that same shit
New chain,

Bad Publicity

Evidence

Weather or Not

2018

but summer is hot
Hey young world Slick Rick is still the ruler
Go follow these dopes if you broke to the jeweller
I'm an artist getting something

been
Without you all the time blows in the wind
Taking my soul out by every inch
Sucking my feelings out with a syringe
I'm in the fire, my fingers are

Living life with no regrets I get that bag 
By any means 
No stylist on me when I dress 
I grew up dirty now I'm clean 
Start drippin on em made

couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had

the purple and pink in my cup
It's OTF, 1017, my Jordan 11s they dirty I got 'em in blood
Yuh Bitch I'm out here still tippin'
Dripping all black I'm out here

AGBALENHROLA

I'm still looking at my provoking father who took the love of my mother away dancing in party flags stitched on that fastened tyrannical brain with

Tunic

Sonic Youth

Goo [Deluxe Edition]

1990

never going anywhere

I'm in heaven now I can see you Richard
Goodbye Hollywood, goodbye Downey - hello Janis
Hello Dennis, Elvis - and all my brand

Tunic (Song for Karen)

Sonic Youth

Goo

1990

anywhere
I ain't never going anywhere

I'm in heaven now, I can see you Richard
Goodbye Hollywood, goodbye Downey, hello Janis
Hello Dennis, Elvis

been stronger than dad, so I'm proud of you Radz
When you went through depression that stressed me and tensed me
I'm so glad that you're still here

I'm here
They can't play us like we peon or pussy they be on hush
Cause' every time a body drop in the city they say it's us
To keep it G we been lowkey

put here for

I just really wanna see US love more
I'm pretty sure that that's what we were put here for

I'm sure, you’re sure, we're sure


You can’t

The kids still fighting back forth behind
The glass like the windshield wiper
Good butter here then, let's say album
Brooks brother clear lens flex frame