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of blessings
Me and Dre turning up in our section
AJ gon shoot the vid for the direction
4TC, we a whole new collective
If it's on me, I'll deliver the message

don't care  where we go long as I'm with you

Focused on you but are you focused on me?
Love the way you moan got me stuck in a dream
Kissing on your

7 kam by garnacho
U wana be a GOAT Cristiano Ronaldo
Boys are Bad
Boys are Bad
Girls are badd
Girls are badder
1 hit Song
Mana onwelo manager
Ashawo

General Alexandros

The gates of the keys to his kingdom were taken by his hand alone.
He Erected the palace of peace through a dominant domain

i loose
See the dream no dey bring joy it's just torture
Nobody be jamming to your shi why bother
Stories in ma songs getting darker every chapter

the ones I care about
Instead of pushing them away because of my own fucked up mental health
I scar the ones I care about just by existing
So strangers

Live from the vip and somebody js sent us a drank you know we got to dumpin that shit
Hatin ass niggas lookin all in our section like how the fuck

slidin' with the gang, cause they gon' ride or die

My feelings gettin' closer to our dreams
In the stu late night, trippin' off that green
I'm finna rock

Instead getting killed out here a dead martyr
Bitches call me notorious like big papa
I am fuckin lost in this nonsense
When it makes no sense we got no

don't pick up the phone when I'm with you
Now I'm sticking by myself you know I'll fucking leave you
Diamonds on me shining bright I call them Pickachu

each night
Everyone would sing our songs
As they laughed and cried
Generations side-by-side

Each day we’d write another song
Each note would rise

only 18 and I'm still chasing dreams
Still living my life tryna figure out things
And lil shawty be geeking she wasting my time
Had to tell the lil bitch

ain't no magic trick
Now she riding on my bicycle
Let her friend try call it tricycle
Now they both blowin my whistle
Like smokin loud no pun intended
But

everything you are is just an echo
I’m Jah Shaka
call me mongrel, hit the tan bed
forge a skin graft in my image
you’re the prison I crammed inside every smile

you feel the same
Maybe these lives of ours align
Ou if you're real life
Or are you just a dream
That I don't wanna wake up from
Cuz I think I
I think

Your Perfume On My Pillow
Words and music by Devin Scillian (BMI)

Doesn’t seem all that long.  
Midnight Montreal.
Between our right and wrong

always keep it real
I'll stay down by your side, no matter how they feel

Forever is ours, me and you, babe

fight fight

Don't get fooled
By all those many slights of hand
Or over ruled
By all the schemes others have planned

We've had enough
Let no one take our

And the greenest apple sour for my niggas, that's in debt
So I count it by the hour and until my homie dead
Have I sought for what I'm after, was it worth it all

Yeah, Yeah
I feel like Mike Dean, way I'm pressin these keys
Ima call my nigga Jessup, gimme just what I need
This shit is a breeze, you niggas never

serpent breath released
A Legacy wrote by the Hand and lived by warrior
All my hopes and wishes for my lands and home to return

Walk in Shadows fraught

I'm call it- Bull Shit
More like a battle for ya soul with every chance to fail
A fairy tale written by the brothers Grim
And yet we're selling it like

the one in my dreams you tell me things you can only redeem

That was the goal for me 

I start lookin 

cnother loss after the next my heart was tookin

this maddening trance 
Driven by the sounds 
Of our inner drums 

Can we break this wall and stop pretending 
We don't have much time to hide it anymore