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You wanna be a therapist? don’t make me laugh
I hope your patients don’t realize how fuckin sad you are
Don’t even have the potential to be a cougar

talk to me tell me what you want
Pull up we gone make a scene
Make these people scream give em what they want
She wanna be like ugh ugh ugh
She gonna

youth
You wanna fit me but there’s just room for you
Gotta let my friends make their mistakes
Who am I to tell you to not smoke?
When I'm afraid of labels

the windows up whispers let's get nasty
I can't get enough baby if you ask me
We should turn this whip into a sauna in this backseat
Now she wants to make love

can still be lit
The version you get of me I'll pick
I feel like moving so savage on this pricks yeah yeah
Love is a drug don't wanna OD
She gets

just wanna come back, make a mill'
Buy myself a good life, it's surreal
I'ma put some model on some beans, woah
Said she want me so I rip her jeans off

to be what you wanna be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers
And say that's the bad guy
So
What that make

mercy mercy for Bukunu
Iheanacho, Iheanacho
When I come by your house, will you keep me waiting so long
Mummy me, Abwoi
Me am asking why late
Inside

a chance to heal myself
So it's a part of me
It's me if you wonderin'
Who I'm at war with
Old version of me, sitting by dormant
It bleeds, all over me

head drinking pinnacle
Faded as fuck she like yo you remember me
Really I do not remember you
Moved on from you bitches
And got me a bitch that don't

I miss the version of me 
Before her 
Before she 
Couldn't see
That my heart was so free
Free to take
But also
Free to break
Something that i didnt

chemistry
I gotta little book smarts
But a lotta streets
Don't make me mad now
And you don't wanna  lie to me
Don't make me mad nah
And please don't lie to me

You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

wanna die, God tell me why)

Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
Ask Nino, he know
Green with envy, the green tempts me
To make

understand
I'll be the better version
Of your other man
So what do you say
Let's make it a date
Only call me when you see me
Going up so I say

Stop playing

never say I'm right
You're always giving up, you never wanna fight
Can I be real?
The way you make me feel is amazing
But the truth be told girl
The way

to the left
Girl, I wanna see you break a sweat
Two step to the left to the left
Girl I wanna see you, girl I wanna feel

You make me feel high up in space
I

This is for the ones who prayed for me that didn't get to make it

If you ain't know now you know
Nigga pour yourself a cup
I be buzzing like Shwazy baby

killin' me

Stars are out
But they're fadin' fast, gotta make it last
And I'm so close to heaven
But just hold tonight, cause I need the light

Sun don't

XL



We’re just out here

We ain’t gotta fake it

I just wanna know

Where we could take it 

Shorty bad

And she makes a lot of 

Statements

girl, you can bring another and we can make it three
I just really want you to be with me
Ride by my side, be my Bonnie and I can be your Clyde
2024

looking for a spell
Put my ego on the side, fuck what everybody sells
But these thoughts up in my head always make me wanna yell
Yell
I've seen tears

tell me you gotta be 
More polite, shit it's fake, I don't wanna be
 I don't need your blessing If I the feel the need to say your music is trash 
Your

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.

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If

my money like 6 foot 4
She wanna lick me down head to toe 
Fuck a death threat i been dead befo'
Rip my past, i got melodies for tracks 
That shit that