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me, don't you hit up my phone (fuck off)
I'm not into loving, and by now you should know (mm-hm)

3 am, I found a gem, at least for the night
And she

my life like there's tomorrow
but there's no today
She knows there's nothing she can do
To take this hole away
She told me maybe I should try
To put my

man
Then I just walk away with twenty dollars in my hand
Like holla
I sleep with your mama

Then leave with your daughter
Hakuna Matata
No worries no

Slept on the couch at 7am
The sound of the birds echo inside my head
My imagination's running wild
Hiding behind an innocent smile

And it floods in

Imagination is intrusive in nature
I stashed all the objects
That were turning me into a creature
One week sober still wakin up feelin hungover
My depression

this cheesecake
Anything on my block
Off white made me a rock star (off white)
Still fucking with them hotboys
Running from cop cars (fuck 12)
And when

for loss of lives (People dey die!)
While I'm trusting and hoping I make it out with mine
As I give it away to You on my table of sacrifice
Fly, fly

of lives (People dey die)
While I'm trusting and hoping I make it out with mine
As I give it away to You on my table of sacrifice

Fly, fly fly away (Nine

Crooked Officer

Geto Boys

Till Death Do Us Part

1993

to River Oaks
And bleach my fuckin' skin so I can look like these white folks?
Just to get some assistance
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is

When y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study
That girl helping me with my homework, her and I would fuck
And so pure and perverted, so spirit spinning

smack, msack
I'm like, "I didn't rape no kids, I just showed my sack
You never did that, like, with your friends?" (Ain't fuck nah, pussy)
It was just

Promise I'd stop making stories someday
Promise I'd come round with something new
Running right back to all of my old ways
Can you find the reason

with spinners
Just something old out my cupboard
Looking kinda vintage
Flyer image, Purple Label’s from Ralph
My rap bars got me fucking
Out the waviest

pedestrians in a space ship
While they screamin' at me "Let's just be friends!"
Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more

away (To get away)
Just got a new load in, man, what it weigh (What it weigh)
It’s different bitches for the different days
They like all my chains, so I

could not contain myself
Tears running down my face
When I saw you walking
Down in That white dress
I was amazed
I could not believe
It wasn't a dream

and the rhymes 

too much focus on some imagination rhymes 

but I love 

it help me see myself just fishing for the vision in my own self 

I see it like a radar

Victoria - Queen 

Judge Dredd, Columbus 
Sid Vicious, his missus 
Lord forgive me, and bless-a my soul 
One by one, crawling out of the hole 
One by one by

To run away and wrestle with my ego 
And with this flame 
You put here in this Eskimo 
In this hitcher 
In this prisoner 
Of the fine white lines

nose is running
Hey listen! All my bars are stunning
Imma have you all scared running
Do I have to scream in your face?
I guess so, just call me Gunny
My

die away
One day look up and it's not the same
Just left with regret and myself to blame
For trusting a mortal who can't sustain
Just another human who

I needed someone you was there for me
Used to wash and condition my hair for me
Times with you, used to treat it like therapy
I just hate that I

the only eye witness is Mr Magoo
Monday morning to Friday night like a freight train running away with my life
No one ever seems to stop no one gets

buddha
Soft, milk white marble contours the imagination into a smile
Just smaller, immersed and emerging from this
Supple colossus of knowing gentleness
Is