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Don't wan' be no angels, I hang with rebels
Whole gang could've crashed out
But I ain't let 'em talk dumb
Ain't nothin' bigger than ten letters
Talk dumb

pass by
I'm the fire and the fuel to my gas pipes
I blew, that's the sound of a land mine
I pick up where I left and then slide
We put waldo nem to rest

the team
You sat at home for days
Nah you sat alone and for weeks
Sitting by the phone
Waiting for the chance we could speak
Waiting for the door to open

Don't disrespect the group (never)
'Cause it all comes back around and through
Just like the letter Q
I need a pretty girl with
A booty and an attitude

fine
Tell me do you even know
If you truly want to grow
Hate letters when I’m writing Love
Jones all I know
'Cause everything ain’t what it seem

(I'm

of thick smoke
Funny, right? Ha ha, this shit's jokes
I got the idea from a
Letter that the shit wrote

Hey, you right there
In that pretty red dress, let's

Never Exist
But That Changed just Fliping The
First Letters Of Wolf Gang
Turned Into Its Own Separate Thing
Seeing All Different Races From
Skinny To Fat

How does a bastard, orphan
Son of a whore and a
Scotsman, dropped in the middle
Of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean
By Providence, impoverished, in

File transfers and we sending e mails
And I ain't even trying to get into details
Walking by myself and I
Leave with your female
My MySpace messages got

Said you took a picture
They said you've moved away
Happened all so quietly, they said
Should have took a picture
Something I could keep
By a little

with
A glass of ice
It looks somethin' like a house
Over half our life
It looks somethin' like a letter
Turning off the lights
We can't pay the price
How

walkin' on nails witcha
Walkin' on nails witcha
Walkin' on nails 'til the sun don't show

I read the suicide letter
Of Hunter S thompson
I gotta say I was

Cooped up in my town
So now we "gotta Get Away" like Bobby Brown
(Damn) the women will call it two
Letters that are instrumental
I focus my eyesight

can't trust you baby
I wish I could tell ya
And nowadays it's like
Everyone's a trendsetter
High tryna script my darg in the pen letters
Tomboy with

to you
I'll tell you what Jay-Z told me
"Hoes will get you sidetracked then
Clapped from close feet"
Distracted from tasks by ass
I know it's tight
But you

as quite a shock
When i heard my man doin' the inside-a talk
On a podcast sayin' you got writer's block
So i thought i would write you this letter
Who knows,

are slow so
Just listen every line by line lemme finish
Yo

Pizzagate politicians man who we kiddin'
They want us wearing dresses if
We rapping for

something that’s deeper
Than just sex but I don’t want her to be the
Third letter in the word next
Old soul in the sea of love
I’m just not current, none

want any letter but the E pills
And she know I keep bills
Keep steel for haters that wanting me killed
Thrill ride, bitch, I got an ill vibe
Kill time by

It was cold the day they found you by the river
Broken dreams had turned to ice upon your cheek
It was cold the day I swore until my dying breath

study every letter
I'm the first draft pick
With the last laugh, bitch
Yeah, I'm angry on the track
But I deserve to be
'Cause all these rappers with no

So nasty they forgot what triple X was
I put two fingers up and all the experts
With Dom K she do her best work
In my world they judge a man by his net

brother, I think I’d rather, you
Had it better, write my own letter
Found by my mother read it to
No one in the end
But when I dream I dream of paradise
One

out
Letters from the IRS arriving at mom's now
Man, I guess that's just what happens here
Mid-twenties trying to salvage a rap career
Skip doing taxes