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I don't try and walk the floor I don't love you anymore
Trouble is I don't love you any less
I don't love you anymore for I've got no more love
off life than you can do with lean
Connor Cassidy the motherfucking new machine
Smoke me out and have me sleeping on the bluest dreams
Coasting out
rebuttal back
Winning is simply my subtle act
Mr King is where the troubles at
My enemies all trying to hustle back
I say fuck all that
Quit acting bad
Im in
finish that
The man just saw me huggin
and this is what you can dig
you done got him in trouble
so now
uh oh o o o o
you in trouble
you been messin them
preparation, I don’t really believe in luck
Connor you Irish or what?
Half and half
I’m Arnold palmer grab a glass
To cool you out, the school is out
But I’m
em like it is
Tell em bout the trouble
That's been buried out by the borders
Out in sandy troubles
But she said:
Some men paint and some are thieves
by
Is like my day turn to night
You don't know how
How I feel inside
When you went so far
Make my mood swing yeah
Making man jogor
Making man jogor
even tryna lace
Ain't no capping when I'm rapping man I talk that real shit
Do a show down in DC I'm on my Bradley Beal shit
Bought a brand new whip I
Man I wish I could sum it up
And tell it to myself when I was 21
Musically you doing it
Only the foolish listen to Cupid
Don't trouble love, you don't
Cause you riding shotty in the whip with the dogs
Who
Chew through the muzzle
Swear my mouth been some trouble
Since sleeping over at Ryan’s
Waking up in
Oh hey hey hey hey
Is that you Chris
Aye nigga
I can't believe you made it nigga
Aye nigga
I see you cuz
I see you
You made that shit nigga
Graduated
Hm, yeah
Mhm
We take the good, we take the bad
It's not about what we had
We just tryna get by
We stay out of trouble
All we wanna do to get
For the bros, thats the code
Colors
I been the man since the window to the wall
Colors
Yeah
Been running shit since Chris was wall to wall
Mazel tov
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
to fight so he picked up a what
Nigga wasnt you begging for covers
Man these lil niggas looking for trouble
But they found it I'm sending a hundred
Nigga
Im not finished
Niggas think they high as him
No these niggas not ceiling
Heard your new shit man
Nigga I am not feeling
Bitch this is Harlan drive
what you have
By taking that shit from you
Hey Mad Tsai, you're mine boo
There's no trouble
Living my best life no trouble
I want to live it
Baldwin's prose and conversations, like ciley's Revelations
Deep Like Sun Ra's artful archestrations
Deep like Invisible Man, Trouble Man, I cm c Man, Nothing
the breaks
That's how it is my friend don't make no mistake
Man has to take some action all of the time
Man by his nature's never satisfied
Man just
had some trouble
And now I'm a man
But still the trouble is there
Is there a final place
Is this my final chance with you
Or should I just give it away
trouble, come inna starvation
You see them spend the money pon the nuclear weapon
Wish a segregation and separate the nation
How can you judge a man by
Man I came up right up on that corner
They was selling pussy and marijuana
Got a problem niggas run up on ya
Want some trouble they could fill your
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
Not sure where I'd be without you
They told me we love and support you if even the world doubts you
Shout outs to Chris man, can't believe you tied
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