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real, and you made me feel
like the sun in your sky.


Sleepless

Seven seconds go,
like hours flow, so slow.
The afterglow, was years ago,
counting

town to town, until it's world renowned
As I rock New York City all year 'round

It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns

bitch for each day
He still the same huh?
Don’t cry about it, just laugh about it
Eventually it’s gonna be his grave, trust
Don’t give in and be a slave

New Orleans

The-Dream

IV Play

2013

stuck like Chuck up in this bitch
But fo' real

On Thursday I'll leave you all alone
On Friday you showin' up in my songs
By Saturday we back on the phone

a skeezer
I got a shawty that bitch is a freak, she like Fedi you rappin' so neat
I hit her once and we done by the week, can't hit twice cuz that pussy it

I'm caught up in the lust
Ill lie if ya want but Im a tiga you can trust
cuz Im on Fillmoe in a white velour suit
in a blue kangol in my wu-tang boots

Bitch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the 
We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because
"Ay you LIL DARKIE, nigga?"
And we

tryna be the one to lick your blood when you bleed, yeah
Trust in you, baby, put your trust in me, uh
I heard it was cap love, it was lust when they

this one for Juice
I am the one, bitch, you a deuce (brrt)
Niggas give it up in my city
Really shed blood in my city (get love in my city)
Niggas'll

care of all em' but you gotta trust it
Love it, open your heart before you lust it
Now bust it, what

Just another day livin' in the hood
Just

're
Bipolar?" At another point, in "Burgundy, "
There's a voice-over that asks
"Why you so depressed and sad all
The time like a little bitch?"
How did your own

in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't

bitch
I get them gas bags in then I serve on the strip
I want me a love but it turned into lust I don't want the lust that shit turn to dust
I'm jugging

F-f-filling in the void to defy fears
A feeling I tug, can't trust
I'm stuck revealing my crutch
Eye for an eye
I'm obliged to get by
With every line that I

for some bitches
You ain't livin' right (Niggas lame)
Not impressed by your hoes
You don't pick 'em right (Niggas weird)
Naked bitches in the pool
We

you want me dead want you ain't no opp so we ain't after you
Fuck you and your homie rest in piss bitch take that personal
You ain't trying to slide you

So these were wed, and merrily rang the bells,
And merrily ran the years, seven happy years,
Seven happy years of health and competence,
And mutual

than lust

No rust, just trust, my chest full of dust
I ain't never ever sayin' that your love will be a must
Marks on your hands show you might be one

Said you love this dick
Gave it kudos
You a bad bitch
You a blue nose
I remember that arch and shake
Left me with heart break
Grew up in a shark tank
You

on the road turn away
How can I know you're someone to trust
Twenty four seven they go one by one
Shout out to Jay my and cousin day one
VTNA and lost souls

Forty seven shots they won't miss
Leave your body in a ditch
Yeah
Cali girls so rich
In a foreign with your bitch
Go to Spain for a trip
All the girls

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
She sayin' she love me, but I call it lust
Played me like a dummy and fucked up my trust
now my heart in a box and it wont

the times I prayered for ain't no motherfucking lie
Ain't no trying, we making chances not just getting by
Always business but I need fun in my life
Got

shallow thoughts
into your soul
create desires
in you
that are questionable
by inciting
false hopes
of a reality
that you will
never ever
know…
no matter