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love a bitch na-na na-na
So heartless
I swear I'm too good of a person I'm always gon get played
My soul so dark and so empty got nothing left to say

em out
Threw away faces of doubt
All of the pain faded now
Dirt on my name won't burden my claim
You're watching the reign come around
Pardon me
I

slow
Making it up as we go
Cause really we don't know
No, no-thing at all
In fact I'm appalled, that I have the gull
To act like I have the it together

Ishi ishi ishi
Ishi ishi ishi
Ishi ishi ishi
I dont need nobody need nobody help
I been quarantined all by myself
The moneys all I need don't need

and pour all night
These views might be leftist
But it's all right
Election time politricks by these novices
They empty their wallets and
Give us empty

taking care of me, she loves getting facials
It's got nothing to do with the fact that my home's palatial
Her stride was strong and graceful
So upon first

don't go
Bah, leg shot, lil nigga that's a low blow
Remember times, the times that we was making love
Shawty you fine, divine, just look what you become

That's them! That's them
I got the whole motherfucking vampire thing
Let's move
We got all fucking sneakers

We got all fucking t-shirts
Who

of time into fractions,
Only your thoughts can run deep down my throat in non invasive fashions

It's all about acoustics and frequencies created by

and say that you love me but not feel the same

Now that you know I cut off from everyone
Now you can tell me to go out and play
When all of the girls can

me, my dick getting soft while she giving me top, huh
I'm the type making it pop, huh
You the type calling the cops, huh
All of these politicians

It's too easy to write
simple rhymes without
sayin' nothin about
all that shit that has freaked me out
it's a roundabout
it's so hard to explain
what

prescribe or recommend
I'm all focus
You all hopeless
I know that sounds cold
Used to be CooL
But now I'm the coldest
And so dope
Apologies for making you

on bitches, man I just wanna be rich
Fortifyin' my pockets, while mortifyin' morticians
Making mass out of nothing, yeah we defyin' the physics
My siblings

and journalists that don't like people like me
Would they keep me out of family events? It's likely
And all that's showed me is religion strikes me
As something I

Intro: St. Laviathan
Hahahaha.. Always when you feeling it man
Why he so shy? They always be like: 
"Why he so shy? He don't say nothing", haha..

with the gang then it ain’t nothing nice
My heart colder than the winter so it matches my ice
What happens in the dark it’s gon come to the light
All

Till I die
Till I die
I can't make nobody love me that's alright
Till I die
Till I die
Yeah the real ones gone be right here by my side

Let me

Take care of every shape and form
That's your Sunday confession   

Thinkin' out the box now
This game plan is chaotic
We're adding all the values

My hat is a Rue, my beanie is a way of life I know I win
When I wear my hoodie shirt and tie my hoodie round my waste before I walk out, then I walk

come to me
Plan it out and make the motion
Aint you notice nothing given self invested and employed shit
Started making my decisions based on morals not

damn you quick
I be in my zone
All by myself
Do everything
Ion need no help
Winning for the gang
Yeah we got the belt
All gold medals like we Micheal

Lungs lined with limestone from living in hell
Been all by myself turtle living in a shell
Man in the mirror only man I call for help
I've been numb

wasn’t time so I ain’t drop nothing
The game fucked up now cause everybody rushing
It’s fucked up cause back then they all was bluffing
You ain’t gotta