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sings at night above the house, 
branches in the wind bending wordlessly.  
I wanted to capture it on tape.
At first I called my recordings a different

can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep

I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it

man, it just started
Throwback, he hit me up so I could lace this track
She dirty girl windin', really throwin' it back
Got the whole club on their feet,

smash you up

You’re loving the track dackdack
Dopamine being release
It’s not the edibles

Inflation is here
Gododo buy you a house for rentdendendent

96.7 was playing a song called animals by Martin Garrix it was amazing
He told his mom to turn it up that nigga was going crazy
And when the song was

cappin'
She was coked up back then, she probably thought that happened (coke head)
Quavo and Saweetie was a trendin' topic
Went from relationship goals

and the house's condition was fucked
Which made things worse of course
There was holes in the ceiling, I was peeling up the floor
Had to force my love to this girl,

twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like

reason is her family say,
She too lightskin to go comment on what darkskins face,

But she hit me up, asking if we could just talk,
Knowing she might be

She too lightskin to go comment on what dark skins face
But she hit me up, asking if we could just talk
Knowing she might be uncomfortable with me cus,

or trip
I'd rather spend my nights, by myself, with a spliff
(Insomniatic)
Sippin' on a 40
Shawty she adore me
Baby I been fuckin' up
Told you that I'm

involvement
Talk is so cheap 'cus they hiding and ghosting
Got Cali buds potent
You must be joking
I leave your girl soaking
I jump on any track go stupid
She

smoky hole
To console Jackie O she could smoke my pole
It’s called Camelot ‘cause she came a lot
And a lot of you rappers sound the same a lot

belongings and pack up
Cause if I put you down
Then there's no getting back up
Getting crowded in town, we was down
Now we on the way back up (let's go)

me" i love you
I just got a fucked up way of showin' it
'Cause she don't even

Askin' our mommy, "Where Daddy went?"
To our daddy, "Where Mommy at?"
Him

in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down

My daddy worked

the fame
(For the fame, ayy)
But your bitch, she know my name, ayy
(She know my name)
Ayy, your bitch just called me a Uber, hey
(yeah)
Now I showed up

Flex not a fan of Cardi 'cause she don't write the shit (So what?)
Young Buck got caught up in some gay shit
'Cause them G Unit niggas thought I wasn't

Playboy Short

Too Short

Greatest Hits, Vol. 1: The Player Years, 1983-1988

1993

can't fuck so I hooked it up
But young women like you with your big round butts
Blind girls driving down the street called "Love"
Chasing that man, who

a track called Bad Business
Nobody gave a fuck man what is this?
Dropped another one by the name of Resolution
16 plays nah that ain't gonna do shit
Then I

Said she's the silver-haired mama
Grinning thru her juicy-fruit gum

Her house next door is spic and span down by our railroad tracks
If the engineer

Audubon

C.W. McCall

Around the World With a Rubber Duck

Well, I was born in a town called Audubon
Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta been
Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons,
And a feed mill in

and you think she can never lie
That's just your clever mind being distracted, being distracted by
A beautiful banging body that's just bouncing

nobody flyer
Leave these tracks marked like some Pirellis but I ain't tired
You can't sleep if she's for the streets
Plays for keeps and you're