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a whole variety
Blowing weed 24s I blame my anxiety
Cold nights in my cell you
Said you'd stand by me
I wonder if they believe them own selves
No assurity,

Like you my soulmate
Fell in love at first sight
Green eyes like she Coldplay
They said it's best to say "goodbye"
But I still miss the old days

Madagascar zebra
I got the drop on his ass like a meteor
He only got that gun on the media
Find a nigga house, onto Wikipedia
Fly a bitch out, I'm using

and steel
Got a wife and a kid and a house in the middle of a corn field
Got a long weekend
Old deer stand
With a son and a gun
cnd you'll get it when you

It ain't parking with your buddies at the same ol' bar
Drinking all the same ol' drinks
It ain't hanging at the house all by yourself
Staring

could call it home

Forget the stars of Hollywood 
or big old houses in Bel Air
I can introduce you to the angels of my city 
but we'll find them anywhere

Man, it'd been a long day
I was sitting in that standstill, out on the highway
Twenty miles from the house, looking out at the brake lights
'Bout

Martha Dumptruck took a belly flop off the 
Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note

Oh, my God 
Is she dead?

Just some broken bones

You had a baby and moved to Utah
Bought a house with a backyard
We're getting old in different places
Friends in common, haven't called them
Do I

raining 可能老天爷sad
Today is raining, maybe God is sad

但有我在你旁边 这一切都不算bad
But with me by your side, nothing’s bad

I know I'm not ready

But baby you so pretty

Hey, sista, whacha gon' do
Goin' down by the river
Gonna play with you
Papa don't like no screamin' 'round here
No lip from da woman when they

come by the house to get you
And your father would walk you all to the banks of the Seine

Father was never faithful to us

And he would give you

Me and Midgy should've won the Cannabis Cup
I-I ain't put no plaques on my wall yet
By at least five, I'll send those packs to your doorstep
In

I was never the daughter you wanted
That's the thing we never say
But that's the truth and that's okay
We live in a house that's haunted
There's

three cheffings
By the time he came home, it would've been P-7
Hmp's the only time I'm watchin' Keith Lem
Won't see me on WhatRappersWore in all black

me, you know I switch houses (I'm gone)
Put a four-way in the pot and got six ounces (yeah)
Drunk a ten by myself out a pint, I got six ounces (yeah)

I grew up in a house of open doors
Everybody drifting in and out with the wind
The willow tree waving hello, goodbye
Any old place was a good place

Martha Dumptruck took a belly flop off the 
Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note

Oh, my God 
Is she dead?

Just some broken bones

Went by our old house a little while ago
Nothing but a mailbox
And weeds were growing

Rusted red swing swaying in the breeze
Handprints in

off ting
Took big, big risk in a Honda Civ

My OT block is Tobago hot
So I told cuz, "Chop all your cainrows off"
Askar blocked us right by the Costa
We

a poor man's litter
Blind, embarrassed and embittered
Crying in Paris, dead of Winter
Fly to Amsterdam and get fucked!

Take me by the wrist. Feel my pulse