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never felt enough
Maybe I'd feel a little better if you left a little more messed up
I wanna hold ya close
But the painting isn't dry
And tally every tear

then I can rhyme
I tally up another L might lose my mind
I wear these crosses on chain just to remind myself of all these
Losses losses like me closing

seem to never mind me so I press on
When it finds me pray this make me just a little less gone
Took a crack at Atlanta cause I was brave enough
I learned

stranded it by a tally

If by chance this is my grand finale
Then bury me in alligator county

Check on your friends
Love ones
Bosses co workers
Neighbors

Flying up Highway 27, looking down at my phone
My dash says I'm doing twelve over and I've got a hundred miles to go
'Cause by tonight, I'm gonna

And all I wanted was a piece to even shit out
But now I'm so far ahead I ain't keeping up count nigga
The bill folds for the hoes to tally
Sport Moncler

I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean

Doing
Every line forms the perfect tally
North & south, lady scoffs at the music
I lose it cuz I'm in my earbuds
Head empty, with no clearance
It's

It’s just part of the process
I’ll be better someday
I’ll learn from my mistakes
But 'til then I’ll be fine
No really, I'm fine
Little by little by

of your organ
Little by little in alphabetical order
Fuck you and muthafuck you and
Muthafuck and muthafuck you
Breaking them down in microscopic figures
My

mash with the monsters, Afro responsible

now come the feast, where we eat like fiends, I'm trying to feed baby by any every means
I love to see

I can still feel that evening
You leave me wanting leave me beaming
What'd you mean by you're not dyin' to see me
Don't say goodbye without leaving

rather do that than go out in the cold
I, stay inside and hide, rather do that than go out in the cold
Like a la la like a little baby lullaby I might lie

on my ass in the alley, I gotta air it out
Got a little bitch from the valley, want me to eat her out
Me and my niggas keepin' tally, we find the addys

Im on the way up 
Produced by Musiq
Haha
Yea
Uh

I'm on the way up
Talk on how I came up
Uh
I'm movin different 
But still I never change up
Uh
Lost

TOO BRAZY

Y.G.

Stay Dangerous

2018

hit you? I'ma hit your bitch
By myself, I be too focused
By myself, I get too loaded
Dick disappeared in that pussy, hocus pocus
Dick too bomb

through three in visuals
I been spiritual, physically literal, literally chemical
Move like I got tentacles
Tentatively tally on the tenements till ten

and cowards 'cause
They ain't got no heart
No hours, every day is a tally mark
Cut the power, I'll thrive in the dark
The survivors killers and cowards 'cause

Amiri denim
And my sneakers
Made by Louis V
I'm in the Yams
Vibing with a little Spanish thing
A nigga lit
I'm really fire dripping kerosene
It might look

think again
That little paper get the wrinklin’ 
Ya north star get the twinklin’ 
That’s real talk
I can put the pen to it cuz I been through it
I got

The swerve of my hip
Makes your sweat drip
A little bit

Walkin through the ally
While the boys all keepin tally
Said you've had enough, 
But I know

'm amazing
Never settled for anything less than best
I can't help it
I got enemies swearing under they breath
Intimidated by my presence
I'm leaving them

I took myself down to the Tally-Ho Tavern to buy me a bottle of beer

I sae me down by a tender young maiden

Whose eyes were as dark as her hair

Listen

If I had made tallys for the times that I was sad

If I had a reason for the times that I got mad

I Would understand although we love