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longer believed in its very existence.
Enraged at my maker in a way I could not put into words
Clinging to very last knot of the very last rope
That was my

be my boo
And when I see you baby

I get tongue tied when I look at you
Lost for words, even after we said I do 
Spent a long time, trying to find

the cops come knockin' at my
College girl got her stressin', she got a jail record (damn)
I put the Range in her name and I'm fuckin' up her credit

I'm out of town
And I know that I'm clear the crossfire

Could've said my peace
But instead I stuck around hoping you would come to your senses

Pacing up and down in my room
My tongues in knots I'm afraid You're not yet home
When will you get home?

I didn't mean to say to much
Now I

you'd love to come visit
I been
Robbed of my senses
Stepped in
Different dimensions
Can't help but
Think that you lying
Saying you'd love to come visit
I

room for a fallacy

C-c-c-callus in my lung, tounge's got a magazine
I'm packing blunt from a bag of green
If you ain't moving forward to you I have

Battered and torn with potential
I been going mad with a pad and a pencil
Chillin with my kin folk, 290 that's the rental
Tab on my tongue hope I

a mystery
I always got a pretty bitch with me
My bitch'll be like, "Come and get with me
Pretty please, I need some dick in me"
I get bad hoes and you
Get

Only room for the ride or dies
Know
We in this shit together
Doubt me one time, that relationship is severed
Forever
Out to show em why you never say

eyes on me

I know I come quicker than the average guy
It must've been my lunch the full moon or high tide
I can try harder if you stay by my side
It

sighin'
I am 14, I got knots, there will be no tyin'
No Mayan can tell me what
Time I'ma find my mind
So when I'm in my deathbed dyin'
Imma be in some high

You call it faults
You call it wrong
Offense don't come from my tongue 
Who's the real one to blame 
Who's the real one insane 

You call it faults

Coming From

Mary J. Blige

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

1998

a rough ride
Niggas give us plenty of room, 'cause I guess enough died
Let me travel, 'cause my intentions are to travel in peace
Fuck around I lay you

doesn’t make sense regardless I’m still bombin ya
Supersonic speed I smoke hydroponic weed 
With so much THC it makes my lungs bleed
I lay down wake up two

my Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean
I'm watchin' cars, I got my rod, I'm who in charge, they make believe
I come from robbin' shit to knots

is pass me by
Can't even talk (talk), 'cause words don't come into my mind
I'd make a move if I had the guts to
But I'm paralyzed, paralyzed,

I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die
Sticks and stones could break my bones
But anything you say will only fuel my lungs

Don't mind

of that next step
So sick of that next step
I can't believe in a being
I'm sick of the seeing of my sight, but I write in tongues that I like
I'm scared

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

want to love you
Girl come here let me love you
I just want to love you
I’m all that you need
Once we in this room it’s just you and me
Caressin your

gobbling the last fruit
Its tongue working like an engine
A lone sweet drop tumbling by some miracle
Into my mouth like the smell of someone I've loved

minutes and 31 miles
I'm tryna get to you
Can't you jus' understand, my heart is dampening
I'm really needing you
Tryna slide to yo' crib I ain't tryna just

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

three
Come with my first diddy-deed

[ Brother J ]
1-2, 1-2
Hm... F.T.P., F.T.P.
Same old gee with the same strategy
See a [edited] em on down