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in the bedroom recording 
Mixed it up by myself. 
Uh

I'm a healthy man  with a healthy plan 
Only got like 100 real fans but I love my fans 
Yo that's

Antt did the track drank God, ayy, ayy
BeatGang (Nigga) run it up, nigga
Three hundred on me
All slips,  nigga,  ayy, what? Ayy 
(Iced Up Records) ,

meant it when I say it's all tennis
It’s love for this shit and the hoes are like chemists
Tryna get mixed in, the mix is like venom
I love to see you in

To the black hole I'm marching
I feel empty I'm being used by the system
My head keeps getting mixed up
In the mix up
I've been stuck
For too long can't fix nun

Game full of big dogs 

Not enough cool cats 

Keeping it funky 

I'm just trying bring the groove back 

No disco 

Batter up no crisco 

Out the park

play for Chiefs
I'm in the mix, I'm on they mind
Sometimes I feel I'm all out of time
They on my dick, they tryna climb
Every mistake make me think

a freak btc theme song
In the pussy I can take it all just like I'm debo
But I a never love none of u bitches I ain't neyo

Yo man is a crab he got a scat

they see me dead
People gonna say they love me When they see me dead
In the studio every nights Dropping mad tapes
Got my life mixed up on my mix Tape

Enter my zen as I wake up and
Have a mental spark
Inspired back again in this form of art (Immersed in it)
All around I look like everywhere
Sitting

they got love for the net
Call me the huncho, like my name was Quavo
My boys they gon' throw up the set

Fuck it, let's take off
Fell in love with all

Strike pinups I ain't bowling
My ex trolling up in Poland
Find an accent who ass swollen 
Like me all by her colon
Money favorite drug got a paper plug

And even after take that to the bed

Black lined there, distracted by words
Zoned out there, where are my nerves
My arms gone numb, but still flippin' up

bore man's head

In love with passa, get mixed up like pasta
Said it before, get turned to casper
I'm in DC, bitch, not Atlanta
If I'm there then get

You'd think you'd find peace with
The skeletons in your closet
After all those days locked in it?
Your Jekyll-Hyde jokе is so mild
Mixed up at birth
But

no one help me out?
Remember getting messages from the exes
They all bring me down
Losing all my family one by one
That is what is bringing up this

So never give up
Without commitment, you'll never start
Yeah
But more importantly, without consistency, you'll never finish So
Matrix on the beat

organized plan
Get a van move down by the river man
Throw me a coconut, crack it open and drink it up
A bit of herb mixed with spliff tobacco
Good for a sore

what do you mean
If I mix up these colors I'm gone for the night
What do I need, I don't know yet
I know it get better get back on your feet, 
Baby we

Back when I was young I thought being grown up was a utopia
That was back then I'm smoking blacks on the park bench
Mixed the smell outside I'm

I'm enough
I'm from Khadija,
Aisha, Fatimah,
Hajar, Fethia and us
Mix with some peace and some love
Little brown sugar to sweeten it up
Mixed with that

All she give me is time that's hard
Claudia give me hard time plus massage
I look old money in Young Saint Laurent
Capital gains over love
In new

Nothing Can Compare To The Shit I Been Through
Yeah
Turn Me Up Ro
Yeah
It's Chad Money
NCC Nothing Can Compare
You Already Know How I'm Coming

I’m in tune with these harmonics
Yo I mix it up not because of my mixed race 
It’s cause I’m meant to win like a fixed race
Man I’m bout to spit out

to the buzz of a new found lust
The new age romantics brought by the elixir
Of their youth and a slew of sentimental mix up
He suffered from an inferiority