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He meets the parents
Three years go by
They buy a house
He's thinking babies
She's thinking parties
He's settled down
She's headed South

(Repeat

know I'm the sound
Inspired by me boy I'm done with all of you clowns
Lost and found guess you be an orphan now
Im like yo! son welcome to the monster

it cause on Say Cheese
Every nigga from my hood throw up that 3 we all claim
But I do not fuck with them Niggas we is not all gang gang
I know a nigga

Morrisville seven
Pullin up to weird all my bitches queer
Need a SAAC award cause I'm player of the year
Then I'm poppin up to brown took your girl to town
Imma

creak in the house could be your mom walking in no no no no
When I was twelve and I was just in middle school
I went and met my buddies over

four minutes before
With four grand floored then I'm back in the bitch

Picture yourself in twenty five years
Take a deep think brother what do you see

tired of me in your own house
My eyes start to see how it was meant to be
The guy who sleeps with me is
Just an obsession that makes me crazy
And I'm

'93
The year before, his wife, Caroline died from TB
In '96, Ben wed his niece, Mary, and had child number three

Ben traveled, lectured, wrote articles

his land
Delicious eggs and coffee, they had no chance

In Desierto de los Muertos
Rain falls three times a year
Twice for the Earth and Her creatures

Sometimes I wish that I could go with them
Hmm
By now I thought I would've cash out
On a damn house
Ain't how I thought my life would pan out
They took my man

A boy so fine baby, can't you see
Come date me for a year or three
Like a fine wine or a soft green tea
We could age well, baby, you and me
We could eat

the same house
Hell, you're probably married off three kids and all but

Do you ever get to thinkin' 'bout your daddy's Lincoln
Fog'n up the window nights

Old Man Brown
Reads his paper on the lounge
No one called this time around
This house won't make a sound
The memories surround
Mom of three
She

another slutty getting fucked
By this bummy GOAT
So RIP to Slutty Sonny
Cuz he did not die
Jus to see you
Make him ugly
The temptation ain't unknown
You

years more, we became four
Who could ask for more

Yes we had love
Yes we were complete
We had our little house on Holliston street
Man life is sweet

my pop for shit
In some years now
I gave my Mom that big house
Now
She living chill now
I feel like Phil now
Ain't no will but I'd still slap you doe

The person inside versus the worst of your tries
This is real life animation
Ain't no Pixar
Disney couldn't buy this
I'm really more like Gengar
Stage three

college
But it's been years since I saw your apartment
Talk to me
Tell me everything is alright
Tell me you don't shake at night
Cause those dreams don't

cause I scribbled it in
Only reason you get to here is cause I'm telling here
God nd year 99 mom are the only ones feared
Anything that breathes on it's

ngicela
Ubuye ekhaya
(Ngicela ubuye ma)

Fourteen years later
Nine months later
Five thousand three hundred
And eighty days later
Memories later
Two kids

the relationship, I stay reluctantly
I don't even like this chick
One day she itch this niche
Three years later I be a hater
So I see ya later
This is the life I live

couch
Drunk off the beat, yeah, served by the ounce Look at my bitch and see how she bounce
Looking around and I hold up my glass
2028, the year of my

partner snaked me for a 3.5, I gotta get em' gone
And I don't care how many years later, you should've fuckin' known
That when the day come, that you hear

Okay, this is Sam
We want to hear a recap of this weekend
Like a play-by-play song of this project

What a crazy weekend, ain't gon' lie
Ain't got