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twerk
Twerk for the dead

Don't ask me when but ask me why
Don't ask me how but ask me where
There is a road, there is a way
There is a place, there is

but it done went by
Yeah I had some love for her but it flew by
Was gonna fuck her but she know too many dead guys
So many bad bitches wanna be mine

keeping my composure
I Paid for the fine and left 'em the change
I done been too solid, always got something to prove
It's better you ask, you ain't don

skinny, rings, I need AP's
Rear view mirrors, caught slippin' you don't think

Own something, left that bitch runnin'
Call it road runner, on nothing
Dead

dead when I rose
Bad jawn met her on the road
Met her on the road
Met her on the road
Diamond cuban link a choker chain I save up for that shit
I got 2

for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not

I'm like God damn I just left the club alone again
Money, drugs, and this cup in my hand really be my only friends
I count this money, Love counting

roads covered with ice
Wheels spin on the ground like a ton of little mice
It’s suffice, though, so away I go
Leave the parking lot, slide off to the left

you mean it?

No, come here, my love
Not a thing to fear
My love
What's dead
Is dead

Everything I did I swear
I thought was only for the best

Metropolis

Logic

Under Pressure [Clean Version]

2014

Sometimes I feel like I've drifted, I feel different I feel gifted
I've been high so long, don't need to smoke to get lifted
I've been under pressure

can go
Cause I can't hold you back here anymore
So call it what you want it
Fallen like dead roses

Falling for the pain you don't wanna run away now

smoother
I'm listening for a starter pistol.  
three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for pillows. 
I wanna drill holes in the sky.
I'm in love with

be hated
But fuck it (i love it)

Clientele good as the work
Money let's break bread
Consignment for the live men
never could even play dead

Real deal

(Hook)
E just lost his grandaddy I can't tell he ain't happy
We don't talk much but I been praying for him like a damn pastor
Always love on this end

no, pagans get left on the road
It's best you do as you're told
My tolerance has run low
Too many pagans in this world
Don't you know you reap what you

I'm dead
I feel like like I'm fucking dead
Got a knife left in my back
All I see is fucking red
I'm not scared of the past
Not afraid in the end
Nothing

Oh, they wouldn't believe this
You got stuck and left naked with a hard penis

It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
It don't take nothin'

She say you my territorial
(Mano)
(OG Parker)

She say you my, you so territorial
She don't wanna hurt me, that's for all I know
You ask how I

can't confess emotions
If I really wanted you dead, I would put the play in motion
My legacy in tact, my name hold weight
I don't gotta be around my

the front
Bet your girl choke while she begs for a front
She came with me why she left with the runt
She loves to see me I don't even stunt
Stuck with

on roads the feds don't book me
They say time is money I've been feeling like I got none left
Beating instrumentals like the way my heart beat out my chest

what I'm doin
I'm tryna figure out why I got love for ones think we into it

I don't know, say I broke into his crib, I didn't do it
How that go when I'm

love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he

love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he