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past, I only want you for your present
Staying by myself, I had some help, not co-dependent
Features hit me up, don't want to ask "When are you sending?"
is wearing a dress. He looks sort of funny. She's like, well, boys can wear dresses. And I was like, Margo, can we talk for a second, for one second
why'all niggas move a little up to the front
why'all niggas know what I'm talkin' about
Word up, my weedheads, why'all play the right for a second
There might be housewives and children listening, but mostly just cornfields and cows
(So) I have a seven-second delay, a switch by my radio board
Six
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
himself inside something like a translucent capsule, connected to the rooster’s legs by means of some sort of an also translucent wire - an enchanted
a security threat
I'm only mad because your mother hasn't heard of me yet
We're playing chess by the doorway
Cousins out from Norway
And it's riveting to some
Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves
Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant spark buddah
Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves
Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant spark buddah
Eventually be related to some sort
Of movement for my younger
Fans, really i've always had this dream
Of having a Nicki Minaj
YMCA type of thing when I was
I'm surrounded by my friends
Random ends on some staircase
So much for a first date
I just had a show
And I asked if she could meet me after
Maybe
not by
Trinkets and
Letters to David Cameron but
To live freely
To live
Crawling upon astroturf
Wailing like some sort of mad
Evangelist
We don't
We
These punk motherfuckers now a hip hop crew?
Naw, we just having some fun.
A little somethin' we wanna get done.
Anyone say a word, better shut
I'm twice born, once and seven something
Once is the resurrection of honorable function
Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor
Long enough
syllables can he fit within the second with no content
Use your own logic
No comment
No more violence
I just came in to enjoy the silence
I got my hand
One and two had a patsy the was factually plane
Seven out of envy must have wanted just the same
And in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
addictions
Thizzin'
Twisted off this bud
Dumpin' bubbly on sluts
The seedy underbelly's run by thuggish companies that plunder from what keeps the Public numb
Hmmm C22
These punk motherfuckers now a hip hop crew?
Naw, we just having some fun.
A little somethin' we wanna get done.
Anyone say a word, better
feels like heaven
They calling me the dude no Devin it's for my sevens
I'ma ride if I'm summoned, I abide by nothin'
I'm my own damn boss, I can put
Beats by Dre
Speakers imprint and her Moscato
But also a Victoria's Secret
Bra, some Air Jordans
And a baffling "teatox" drink called MateFit
(dialysis
he map
I did some track, then got attacked and all because I fired back
But now we're deep inside his heart and staging up a heart attack
Live by my
a leg a leg an arm headed by a nigga
Like big and small
Short and tall
Night and day and so on
Some people are bashfull
Some people just love to get
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