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working on
Roboy stuff
Do that shit with ease
Aye

It don't matter what I do
As long as we can shmeeze

Roll up the O's as I count by the days
Smokin' so

This big B roll ain't come from no lent
That's 3, 4 hunnit when da shirts get sent
Won't explain tah no nigga they know what I meant
I gave em a five

socks and a Houston fitted
The best kept secret, til my cover, it was blew on Ventage
I just, laid low, played the game how it go
Take the pain, body

Tryna get a pound by the next day
Sitting in the hills like a sensei (I’m high as hell)
I kaffa like two (Two wait eh)
Brazil and a Spanish they be cool

Don't you see the cracks can't you tell I'm broken
You wasn't careful with it when my heart you opened
Three blunts a day is how I be coping
It's in

will always stay togerther
This was not in vain
Look at me now, look at me now

Time went by and they slowly recovered
After endless days filled with

burn in three days at the funeral pile

Then she swore damnation to gods creation
An unholy curse she made against all the christians
Morganas curse

of day

Across the fields of souls forgot through mountains of pain

To the place paradise lost through the driving rain

He sheltered she but they did not

that's the outcome
Here we go

Every morning I wake up and it's the same old way
Just another day, but I still like to play from Saturday til Saturday
Some

gone heal
We lost the superhero Bean he was Jordan fr
Australian wildfires set the country ablaze
It was random so they say, it was going for days

deadly breath...

Messiah - Messiah

See the dead of the sun - christian love in vain
Father killed by son, mother raped in pain.
In a world of steel, made

round
Drownin' problems out by doubling up on the pound
All that pain up in my voice reflectin' the sound
I was used to being lost and now I been found

Ah You know how many pens I done put to the page
The hate inside their eyes got em looking a way
You know how many tracks I can cook in a day
This

to end this fucking pain
Sitting under the rain
Not knowing what to do
I'd blame the whole world
But I could never blame you
It's hard explaining
What's

Yeah
I saw you

I saw you creepin' in
Late at night, it's three again and she pretends
Like I ain't see just sneakin' in and tryna slip right up in

You play play eat Nestlé
Skip leg day
I get trained by the sensei for the chess game checkmate

I fell in deep a hunnid feet
And I know she fuck with me

your wrinkles
your true picture
your true pain
and so we mean to conquer gravity
by clouding intensity with acceleration
But right here at the dripping

in a box
Stashed my heart away, guess she's really good at picking locks
Drugs don't get along with the pain, but I mix a lot
I was slowly dying by

I'll never forget the days we used to play the block
Trapping out the hooptie man we spent a lot and made a lot
Blasting beats, I knew what's good

personalities
Three times a day
No one ever knew what I was talking about
But in my mind had my whole life planned out
I'm a murderer of my sobriety
High off

shit with a grain of salt yea
Keep it down, I'm making boss calls
Ain't got money now?, you a lost cause
Hope I never see the day I fall off
Locked down

ain't tryna be no toxic just conflicted by the pain
Trapped in my brain had to break thru
Put some chains on this beast cause I already broke loose
Ya see

and drank we been had it
Hoes and bank we been had it
Nights and days we mix matchin'
Boy you ain't moving any dope
You ain't gettin any dough
You ain't

be done so clear
Killing to save your self
You don’t see anything else
Three of women are cursed
By your instinct, to be killed
You will never feel