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live we all get sick or tired
And all these kids are all restless and wired
My place is in a state of decline
Its like no one can see out our window were

Even after all the days are gone
Even though the writer knows he's wrong
Still the words are written and recalled
In the empty isolated halls

with than girls I'm sleeping with?
Could make a clown nigga think if he exist
More venue spaces, empty places
Fake hoes, Fenty faces enter the matrix

apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon

responses in my head to fill these empty spaces
A bed of broken people, pillow-talk with empty faces
You emit this energy
I will never tell you what you

know where to go
Need to find that happy place where I can make it on my own
Just my team in a home without these student fucking loans
Everyday im in

weighing me down
But as far as I can see
These drugs are all I really need
Music where by head needs to be 

Yea I’m JustinV

Don’t slip 
Love the trip

Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like

night wasted
Another time she lied straight to my face, I'm out of patience
Wish I never even trusted her in the first place, yeah
Never should of trusted

come
So take these chances as you're running from the place you started from
You just begun, the best is yet to come
So overcome these obstacles
Overdue,

Time in a fishbowl evaporates
It's clear as day, and very strange
If only I could return to my happy place
But I slip away
To the sides of the frame

a mistaken 
Refrain from shouting the only name that

It's inexplicable
All these wandering advances into empty houses with my backward glances
Because even

that wasnt even the question
That was like the geographical side
See I took that like geographically
I mean Ill definitely my prediction was millions by

flowers and graves
written by Anna Duboc

my mind has no empty space
a cold cement corner is my happy place
the roses outside are bloody mess
but I

of lament
That inhabits places of pain and suffering
That bravely sees what many refuse to see
A theology that is moved by tears
And weeps with those who weep

I get the paper
Buy 40 cages, fill it full of racists
Place them in it, sensational, I'm about to bait these fishes
I'm making Jello out of human

of the words
Advice he would give me
He said when You make it please do not forget me
I'll be by your side even when you feel empty
They hate on you cause they

journal is empty
It's been a while since I last made an entry
I don't know where I should start
There's so much in my heart
From the future and all of these

you hide
All the people and places are empty inside
It's all the same
It's a stupid game, fucking stupid game

And it's a shame that these four walls

tried to show me the blueprint,
That nigga was a hustla,
He ain’t even get into shit,
Now his mom got a empty seat at the dinner table,
We waitin on you

of decks like a sleeve
If you’re known from the endz, then come out by all means
We’ll still bounce till it ends, I don’t doubt that we’ll leave

We don’t

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

either deaf or left unimpressed
I'm not empty minded, I got empty hands
Trying to catch the moment
Never finding where it lands
Can't afford new pants got

cnd Watch ur six busy street empty road
These old haters out here keying Tesla's
That's why a Ganga stay in Sentry Mode

How you identify your Fries?