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Knowing no one was there
I miss her poisonous lips
Those guillotine kisses
It’s way more than a bad habit
This addict craves his fixin’
Sittin’ by

data, you're living in the Matrix
watched by the eye below the pyramid Apex
the big brother facelift
already here I can just taste it
savor the the vile

I'm about to paint you a portrait
I've been fighting with forces
But I could never just forfeit
Probably been effected by the lines my mother snorted

My introduction gon be left in discussion
Cause niggas love it when a young nigga running
And jumping to fame tell the people bout the city you came

it, tweaking get you panned
Shit, that's the portrait painted to help you hold your hope
Think you control your orbit? Ha!... nope
Patrol your inner

Trapped in this conquest
I'm working for my soul
I feel like I'm out of touch
But I'm just running for my goals
And now I'm getting up my gain
But

chest
Yes Lord yes Lord I'm at awe by how you manifest
It's all in your grace it's all in your time
Seek and you find seek and you find
It's all in your

naked is pure ecstasy
Yet we still get confused with sex
Worried about address
And all these genes got me hard pressed 
Call me by your name
And you still

to the people that have been by my side since Comfortable
I've been at the shit a while there's no denial
Running on almost 3 years wow
I've put in everything I

emotional whiplash
You see there are words on the page
Characters swirling of their own volition taking centre stage
Running on half-rehearsed monologues

jobs all in a row
We're seeking thrillers up through the sky
Cutting lines as they let us by
Checking out the aesthetic buildings
Expensive tuition

Night fall lights fall ash fall ash all
 blunts before they passed off x4
Paint the picture don't touch my canvas
 portrait perfect passion

No doubt the pow-wow's as loud as the mouth of a shapeshifter
Cuz I orate in more shades than portraits by Monét, I paint pictures with the slang

one O ? wow
While I'm smoking truklato by the truckload
You hid your hand after you flung stones
Me I took the pot and then I stuffed coke
Yeah on my

to
When It's said and done your the one I need True
Your body is perfect Should paint you portrait
Got damn it you bad I know that you know it
If I was

Clapping Rounds 
Before Graduating In Cap & Gowns

By Thirteen
The Young Boys Be Trained To Go

Turn Up For the Bread
It's About Making Dough

Cheddar Signs

could go back couple years to younger years
Running round with cousins sniffing on grandma's tobacco leaves
Getting chased out neighbour's house for

ago[00:47.70]I'm working part-time jobs all in a row[00:49.58]We're seeking thrillers up through the sky[00:51.63]Cutting lines as they let us by

easy to block me
Got them boxed in, I'm running circles around them
But you're cutting corners only making two more
Go get your pounds up
Count your

burnin' out verses are curses now
Every interview you do a chance that they know you

Fame is never comin, if you don't plan on running
But if your good

I never had my portrait painted
But about a thousand pictures taken
Holding your focus is all I want
Golden and glowing in every hour
Love stories

running the light
You said it was alright, you probably lied
I can't tell the difference, when you're truthful anyway
Only met the real you, that same day

back and watch it fade away 

Disdained colours 
Running out of empty picture frames
A perfect portrait 
That could never be me  
It's taken me 
It's

You were passing by
With your wired smile
Inside some small screen

You made a portrait of me
But I couldn't see
With all those scribbled lines

Why