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Goodbye Song

MKTO

MKTO

2014

la la la 
Goodbye song this is your goodbye song
La la la la la this is my goodbye aye

Man I wish you the best but I'ma got is way 
You go that

Young niggas coming straight up
From them crumbs
I get them racks and share it with my mom
Hotbox the whip we keeping all the fog
She on her shit she

shit with your own wеapons
Even my close bros don't get what I bеcame
We all walk those old roads but
Our pace was not the same
I go insane in the fast

Remember we were fish swimmin' in the same waters
Springtime was eternal livin' in our peach blossom
Now we’re two birds singin' our song in

Hope flound compound off round White rock
Ballin like Earl man i go in his high tops
Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops
Left for dead and it

Getting shot for faking in songs like you hard
That's life
Baby moms put me on child support because she mad
That life
Perfect my craft Pray n just be a dad

that internet trollin' (yah)
Y'all niggas Chihuahuas, I can tell by your bark (bark)
Look at y'all fish, tryna swim with us sharks (shark)
Make a nigga

I been having fun
Give me a beat just watch me go dumb
Talking bout songs I been making a ton
Late nights in the stu I just been working
Perfecting my

What
What
Yeah, great song
She gon' get me up, she gon' suck my dick

She gon' give me nuts, she gon' ah
She gon' get me up, she gon' suck my dick

Bitch, I'm not jealous, you can't push a pen
Drop this at nine, trap me at ten
Kicked you out Keto, now Keto, go in
I need a Bible, but never sinned
You

son of a praying mom
Mama clean your tears e go soon be joy
Anywhere the cash they money must be made
I dont mind to give my life just to chase this bag

to be
Ayo, uhh lemme go ahead and call my mom back real quick
I gotta go ahead and touch base with her real quick, Ima
Give her a call then we can hop

decided to go comercial
I mite pop on Spotify Essentials
Don’t mention
Mamey
Unless is to say
My english is subpar
How you think I made it this far?
By

the genres are mismatch
People lookin' in, like I'm livin' in a fish tank
You' got opinions, you know where to stick that
Go fill a tortilla with crap
Keep

You brought your daddy
Pray your mom don't see you
That how it was
You steadily falling into more than leisure
That's what you think
You cant compare

everyday 
Writing song after song 
But it’s sad to say I still have to depend on my moms/
Some think I’m rich and famous 
And they got it all wrong /

you out tonight? Go get somethin' to eat
Sit and I'll tell you like, things you don't know about me
I'm like, "Babe, my grandma died, I was

of it,
(Baby) she's on top of it, (Baby) on top of it

Yeah sometimes that's just how it goes
Now she well paid first class top grade
Go to sleep by

friend who wrote "Mom's Apple Pie"
Jessie Lee Clay
Talk that Greenville way
He like Ant, fish is bitin'
The tide got right
I'ma through my hook in
Get that

Veni Vidi Vici [Bonus Track]

Nas

Rebel Heart [Deluxe]

2015

songs, I kinda got into the groove
They tried to criticize my every single move
But then I realized I had nothing left to lose
It took me by surprise when

trying to make my mama feel proud
Don't cry everything is alright

Grandma's memory's gone, mom drinks like a fish
Little cousin's brain tumor is the size

along?
Do I really have to say that in a song
For you to know that we can get it on?
I already said in 'Phone Home' that I did with your mom
On the lawn,

your mom
On the lawn, it was great and she insisted on the bong, woo
Can't you tell I'm having fun?
Baby, dear, I think I see a wabbit, would you go

rain that the ocean is pissed
As your body gets claimed
Not supposed to with fish

You think nobody cares?
Look into my eyes start showing me where