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and errands got me weary
I tripped in the dark it was misty
Stars connected by wires like earpiece
She tap in to every secret that seeps out of me
The heights

themself so they mad at you
Can't do uncertainty only deal wit absolutes
Changed my longitude and had to switch my latitude
Rolling up my 5th J by

If i woke up this morning
Forget to throw the trash
You will declare a war
You did forget your breast pump
I keep the filled diapers like no harm

I'm not even joking
You hot as the sun
Hotter than J-Lo, and beat out Dion
You sweet as a nun
But don't go to church
Well neither do I
So I won't get

they say
We stacking bread so we can throw that money on your J pay
They say we can't take it with us
When we Die
This for you and I
You know I'm

black leader in America
I ain't trying to b a black leader (black leader)
To get bought by corporations and mislead the
Community, those you swore you

run
I pretend Amherstview is the hood, but in reality
It's definitely not

My name is Chris
And I'm a grade 9
By the time I'm done
Your girl will be

hop had real emcees 
Now radio need a Dre or real mds 
I'll even take kanye off, m-e-d's 
Just wanna vibe like Will, in the summertime 
And get some

fire
I take you higher like the notes
Sung by a church choir
Tryna start that fight up
Bra my goons stay lurking behind ya
Worship messiah but I keep

Frankie's Last Mexican Showdown
Written by J. Marty

Here I'm lurking in this ruined church at the border to Mexico
Frankie needs to ride through

My white boy yeah he put niggas in a hookah pen
Feel like a bae-bae kid told the plug I need juice again
Seen a scammer get scammed by a scammer

gets gradually worse
Should know the way
I was raised up in church
But I went astray
Stole from momma purse
Used to buy ramen soup
Boatload of Wrigley's

you're feeling so insecure
Used to be by my side but now all I see is pride
On the quest to make Lucci, got you open wide

It feels funny, cause it never

strugglin to get by
But still post a phantom pic
That's why give back to the kids
You don't kno if they hurting son
You don't know when ya the time comes
You

Splif burning so fast I hit it
Hope I don't crash in the making today I woke I'm feeling amazing
But I always got that bitter taste in my mouth
Smoke

Hey Stevie! How're you? 
Yo! what's up? I'm good. How you doing?
I'm good
Will you be coming to Lagos this Christmas?
Yeah, I'll be coming but I'll,

don’t you worry bout that 
Yo boi is really bad
Ima tear that kitty kat
Do it slow then dip out fast
My eyes on the road I will not crash
You remind me

Nothing ever lasts is a lesson from the past
Time move fast, rushing, on a mad dash
Will we crash, burn fast, bloody from the shattered glass
I could wish

Getting my mind right 
Leaving the past in the hindsight 
The things we will do for a Klondike 

People turn sour 
To taste them the lime light

This J is feeling crazy
I will just fly away
To another place
Another state of mind I can stay in
How many times do I feel like I'm gonna die
It's

yall off-brand
Dpeak to me like you know bands
Don't speak to me I got no friends
Speak a different language than most men
Cause my operation on will

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm

Song: Cruise Control (Extended Version)
Written by: A Ali

Intro:

A Ali: Hey
Lady J: Hey! What you doing?
A Ali: I ain’t doing shit…just riding.

Read My Lips

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

and stress to your chest
J, to the R-O, just rockin' on
I keep the party poppin' til a new day is born
The Alkaholik name won't change not a bit
I told you