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Blacktop burning holes in my shoe soles
Picking up cans beside the road
Feeling them little red chiggers dig in
There's an old man standing out by

Killing everything
Defending your honour
 Mustard gas is used
Flame throwers made to burn 
Nothing is too bad
For this evil made by man
Death from above

Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown

Listen guys
We need a new song by tomorrow
I just produced this really fire beat
And we're just gonna spit over it
Spit?
What do you mean spit?
Yeah,

like a voodoo, I see the successes with you too
Copping a Bentley, retire my father and mother, they cheering my showtunes
And no one will do what my

as soldier
Don’t act like I ain't told ya
See I ain't gonna hold ya
The ones I left behind were moving slower
We only getting older
But not too old for a O.G.

Falling quick… the rabbit holes thick, deeper than it seems new dog old tricks-
I gotta bone to pick, you could pick me out the crowd, standing on my own,

at my soul
What were you thinking? How old are you now
That you don't know the consequences that lead to this hole
That you're stuck in?
 
I shrug off

Yo whattup ig
Lakebreeze yyz
This gon be hard for me
A whole lotta love songs burning fkn holes in me
I love your ass way more than offset luh cardi

Frozen in place, thoughts lay the line
Lost what I had, got stuck in time
Can I repeat a greater past
My latest love gone by too fast
My choice was

I’ve been in South eating cocoa beans
When I get inside then the whole hole leaks 
I could leave her yard but the roast won’t leave
Ima walk away she

fish was bagging ounces
Now I promise not to buy some shit before i can pronounce it
Niggas moves don’t ever move cause they be too quick to announce it

close in the ones they can't describe

Capturing humans, into a concept
Put me in a box, fill up the holes, throw out rest
After I told you, I felt myself

Christmas in Bulimia 
Christmas in Leukemia
Tiz Christmas, tiz Christmas, tiz Christmas Christmas again

I hear that old Saint Nick is queere and holds

use to spend the night out

Late nights with a baddie by my side
We was chilling and ya boy enjoyed the ride
Bout the money so i still will chase a dime

Traffic cone, warning sign
Tattered rug, broken blinds
Old faces on the wall, please tell me how to act
I'm giving my all, yeah, so give me something back

up by the liter
Scream my name like a preacher, yuh
I don't fuck with my old Spanish teacher, yea
They like to put me on the fucking bleachers, yuh
Cuz

call me fafsa
I can't give out a loan
Too busy to talk on the phone
I'm achieving my goals
I ain't tryna have no regrets when I'm old
I did it my way I'm

Alleviate the imagery, chaos in my welders mask
Stuck in a decision tree of skills and buffs I'll never have
Harrowed by the holes in me, what's

And maybe by then I could finally speak out loud
Try to figure this out
Hop in your car don't even check the gas
Already know you're gonna drive too fast
Cuz

Separate your feelings from the truth
I can't get too close to you
Just pretend that I'm a ghost
And I promise, I'll be good to you
Here in

Yeah

I laid up too many nights in a row
Thinking 'bout how they played me like Lancelot
Stone for a pillow and the bottom of a hole
On the way

reasons why i shouldnt leave them
The bandage they faked was believed
I ain't even know i was bleeding
By the time i realized it was way too late
The wounds

waiting up top
They ain't had no new ideas to steal since the last time I dropped
Too many flows ain't from the D but I'm cold
Young nigga my money old