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the night time
It get scary (why)
Scary
It get scary (why)
In the night time
Girl I seen you watchin me
Peeped it from a mile away
I cut off my girl today
So

her nigga came home 
While we waz fuckin Tol the nigga take trash out
What tf nigga
Bitch come an suck shot High asf better duck ah 
Or slide your azz

to trip the switch
Shut it down, keep your crown, no more wounds for you to stitch
Fire up, take some clicks, get your high on Weetabix
Slip away, beat

Sometimes
Feels like I've been running miles
Really I don't even mind
Long as I'm by your side
Shawty
Oh I really wanna make you mine
Shawty all I

a single fuck
Clear my head and spark a blunt
Baby were just young and having fun
Fuck it we can do if we want

Pull up in Lamb
Pull up in a Porsche
Take you

to find me
You can't take it all the things that I done been through
You could never walk a mile in these shoes
See I done been through shit that people

avoidance, bouta square foot mile
Thankfully this properties going in style
Gotta get the product off the shelf, dust is making me vile
I know you've had these

Take all the dreams where there is no place for streams
Of consciousness that always changing the rules
Any thought flows like an instincts

nigga
Get off the pot and take it to the top
I know this shit hot
But it could be better
See it's just me and Forte penning all these open letters
We

miles west with a snake in the back 
And a knife in my chest 
Impressed by the way things flow like clouds in the sky and grass on the grow 
Steam pours

wanted
And it'll take a while for me to get in touch with my emotions
All the things I wanna say but I left things feeling broken, yeah
And I'm dancing by

twisting
Fuck dead luck I'm running off a bread truck
Pop popping all my shit
Cause I'm finally fucking fed up
Cut my fucking grass low been bit before by

could take the Lights off
And I could show you I'm The One
Wandering Romance, we beautiful Little fools
It's pitiful, we far from spiritual
And you

in the morn, it's an off-day
Saw the fork in the road, went the wrong way
Like shots on the block, man we all stray
Broke hearts, now we left with

First Take Shit
Last Track Shit
I been moving with so many different options
Tapes in the office, I wonder should I drop'em
Kickin' shit I'm on my

rethinking on why, and how
Many times she faked a smile
The arrow from Cupid was off by a mile

I'm spitting off the dizzy cigarette
The sole lotus feeds to deep
Hot to find god, to fly the holy mile
People dying and they close their blind eyes

to be better not worse
I get so fucked up to the point where I can't finish my words
Bad intentions
Can see those from miles away
I can't be venting

There we are, out by the fire
In a town that knows no goodbyes
While we wait for the heat to go through us
We listen to the voices below
When

life he about to rock
Master selector, studio Don
My Stacey Adams need a shoe shine son
I got mo' miles than a frequent flyer
Just like Sly I'mma take

the people lisp and talk
And jump off the nearest cliff after a mile
It ain't no use hating
The deed is done
You'll say your prayers while the morning comes
It

To him they’re more like a map 
Give him a take-off feeling
So he’ll lay down for that nap

Chorus:
He says, I’m gonna swim across the stars 
I know, it

like thunderous skies
Me I'm a mile high like a butterfly my oh my
Free as every cloud in the sky
If you want it you're gonna have to try
Never trip, I

hidden beneath the smile
Even with the mask off you wouldn't have seen it by a mile
Time spent on videos working on my stroke game
Dopamine spent on pretty