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the palm trees at
My nigga told me that I better get back on my feet that's if I ever fall on my ass
I always shoot my shot my X button is broke even when

Hop out the V
While we ducking the Ds
We rolling all types of the trees
Hop out with the pow & I leave him deceased
Even though i'm up still watch

bro almost everything
Maybe go and pay the school he wants
Once he graduate might buy him a range
Tryna multiply a couple thousand mayne
I'm not even

is an outback secret, and it's not on any map
Maybe you think you can see it from the sky
But you won't see it
Not even when you're way up high

a boat
Want a few platinum plaques like little boat Woah
Yah
And now i can't even link my hoes
Its not my fault how much i smoke
Its not my fault how much

To Be By Your Side

Nick Cave

Winged Migration [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2003

Across the oceans across the seas
Over forests of blackened trees
Through valleys so still we dare not breathe
To be by your side

Over

unless you talking bout green
Even in a drought I get money with ease
Im not in the league but I stay in lead cause I ball with the trees
Im in love with

of
Those days where you, like, start to not
Even really like what you're
Wearing, you know
Don't like how your hair looks
And kind of bummed about how your

Told me stop sleeping on all the dreams that I got
Couple seasons come by, the yard's trees in the sky
Open your eyes momma, there ain't no reason to cry

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

coming up short
Turning the pages, but only for sport
Not much of a writer, at least not of that sort
Living your life through clever retorts

Can't even

Momma I'm So Sorry

Clipse

Hell Hath No Fury

2006

local, my thoughts are global
That's why I seem distant, son, expand ya vision
Even adored by Norwegian woman
Blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm gettin'

The trees got leaves
Watch em' bloom each spring
While they fall in autumn
Girl this land ain't free
Man made things built on heaven off spring
Girl

Mortal Man

Kendrick Lamar

To Pimp a Butterfly

2015

promise to be the first? 
Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?
Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?
Like, who

Yeah, people are always askin me
"Hey, why aren't you and Kegel rich yet?"
Haha, makes me laugh man
That ain't even on my radar

We might not

smiling
Right now I whip a Scion, I'm trying to whip an Audi
Hold up, you must not know bout me
I'm from the 803 by the palmetto trees
Where they hardly

it ain’t nothing but love 

You won’t even see them county boys crawling up out the leaves 

Quietly like the breeze blending in with the trees so

make you want to stay alive even, thank you

And thank you
For not taking my pal when the engine
Of his mind dragged him
To swig fistfuls of Xanax

Fucking bitches by the dozen
Count to Twelve bitch
Even if she got a husband
Who the fuck's that?
You know we still had to fuck 'em
Yeah we do it dirty

I

best friend?
You not even mine so don't think I'll cover expenses
Fronting like you really got it I can tell by how you walk
My watch automatic it don't

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

It's told by how it's kept not told by how you getting it so serious
Fuck a check up on me I'm tryna write em for homies
And pay em outta my pocket sit