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Oh No
(Written by: Katt Rockell, Produced by: Richard Younglord Frierson)

Chorus:
Oh No - Now I'm going under.
You know just how to get inside.
Oh

(flaws)
Don't panic, I got suicidal doors on my cars (cars)
Tell Elliot this water that I wear could look like Voss (we got that work)
I'm in Fiji,

really feel it when you chewin' on a bean
I been out my mind, fuckin' bitches by the threes
Speedin' in the Benz and the tank on E
You gotta go and get

I'm met by grace
Until I'm found in Your embrace
Oh how fast I'll run to the arms of my Father
The arms of my Father

Gone are the days where

with your name on the what
Your name on the dart
I'm walkin' a couple more blocks
Plus the one in my head
Elliot Smith to the brain
Fixed the writer's

The Beach House

South Park Mexican

Reveille Park

long
I love mama tattooed on my arm
Dopehouse charm, with the diamonds in it
I'ma fuck Missy Elliot for one minute
Then I be finished, I smoke

No judgment
You took me in with open arms
Open arms
And with no judgement
You took me in with open arms
With open arms

Yeah
The streets

your arms, he is held
In your arms
In your arms, he is held
In your arms
In your arms, he is held so close to you
He is treasured by you too
With

& Elliot
Hold your semen, walk in power, develop it. Cleanse your mind from the Succubus hold it in and stay celibate
Awaken from your slumber buy got sleep

Never

Sadat X

Generation X

2008

and it would stunt your growth
I used to chip in with the other young folks
Back when it came in little brown envelopes
Remember the day my moms found

been a part of me
So much so
I got more green in the arteries
Than a bag in the arms
Of a triple armed robbery
Hits after hits like
I'm crafting

the whole damn town was there
Jessie's nose was broken, he was outweighed by 30 pounds
But he knocked that mother-fucker down in 13 bloody rounds
When

you in the morning
50 night basis
50 vice hit twice
Hunnid round case limit
Turn around and face me
I can see it in your eyes you ain't gotta say shit

forever be engulfed by hell's flames

This pearly white mask, that is worn day in day out It's a phantom, it's a phantom, it's hidden in plain sight

Under the Influence

D-Age

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy

As soon as you get to earth
Deliver any information found
In the spacecraft
To the commander's office: :

Set your microphones to stun
Nanu nanu,

Like why you so fly? (I don't know)
Like why you so high? (I don't know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I

Promise U That

Future

FUTURE HNDRXX PRESENTS: THE WIZRD

2019

gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in

man just a woman in disguise
Every moment just a moment that goes by, by, by

Lay your hands, lay your hands upon my cheek
In your arms, in your arms I

Ease up, watch me fill in the time
This isolation pulling the tention I’m losing my mind
I’m never ready, palm is sweaty, drop my spaghetti
The arms

bitch
bitch
bitch

bitch
bitch

more fire, burn through your clothes
i get more, higher, burn by the old 
hustler's get flyer, burst for the low
hop

Carry out orders given by the boss
Until you get pissed off
When you realise you can do your own thing
That's when you might leave in a huff
One day

MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck on the dick, now the bitch

Spending too much time alone 
 Spending too much of my dough yeah
Spending too much time alone 
I hope you soil my rose 
over your toes the ocean