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you tight
you always slip through by the morning. 

Who's to say you won't be back again,
until that day I'll keep falling.....

figured out
OOOoooooo Look At Us now

If it wasn't for you pushing me
I wouldn't be who I am
And even though I pushed back some
You tried to understand

of tenacy is all I need

All I do is thinking
About recent mistakes
Though I've done nothing wrong
I've been hearing

No sound lately
Melodies take me 
By

the summer, razor blades that will cut ya
And if it ain't pay me then it's fuck ya
See the opps and you rush em
Up the hammer cock back and you bust em
Fuck

always meant to pay you back
I don't mean to be rude
But the moon stays blue
Until thine eyes can see
The only one who knew
How to change my attitude

stabbed in the back Multiple Times by people who I Thought were my Friends 
So many people didn't believe in me Until now 
Some come around tryna ride with

Far from home, all alone thinking in the good old times
The days just run and you know that they will never come back
And one time you said to me all

It's the illest son of Dominican immigrants who be packing the
Loaded lyrical Dillinger, come at your neck like Dracula
Back with a phat rap, I get

Maybe alone, maybe we could be better
Come back in ten years and we're still together
Play it by ear, promise won't be forever
We'll end up dead like

Yeaaaaaah
2022 fuck
SILLY BEATS SILLY RHYMES
Yeah, just let it hit you
Just wait until it hit you muhfucka
Hopped on my playstation there's nothing

but I couldn’t be a bad friend


I’ll hide in the back, while you stand by the altar 
crossing my fingers you fall down or falter 
Maybe you’ll make

was instinct
Went from opening shops
To closing out shows
Come see the glow up, why they waving glow sticks
They tell me to go in, so I make some more

they should
I tell him to get the one that can stand up to the test
He comes back to the car hands me a six-pack of the Best
Milwaukee's Best
Time after

Perverted rhyme writer
We dirty old men, you can't trust us
See us finger popping your daughters in the back of school buses

Rugged Man Hairy baboon
Catch me

all my faith in His facts
He took my sin to the grave, I couldn't pay Him all back
I couldn't even come close, I should've endured the Wrath
He gave me

lie back and soak up sun while the insects give you head

Dirtbox!
Dirtbox!

another blind guy and his halfwit son are gonna roll me for my drink

to do
Unless it involves wedding bells or Harry Potter spells
100 degrees outside by noon
I'm not going out in that
I'll just watch Martin re-runs back

not too late until I
Breathe out my final gasp

Keep pouring all my blood and sweat
So looking back I don't regret
And yet it feels like I am facing

paths kinda straight, so what do you say

Without Jesus helping me, you say is it possible?
See I'm only turning eighteen, but I am professional
Get some

this life of sin
But always remember you can go within
I found that the answers don't blow in the wind
They come from your heart if you listen in,

it up and give me a hit
The world is crumbling bit by bit
The truth needs to come out of the abyss

Always looking for that one phrase that could

Random Page out my Diary
I know you prolly tired of me
Why you tried to retire Lead
Entirely
But I'm riding out until them tires Bleed
Shoved me

mention me & shit around the city I'm the top dog
My glizzy holding pj tucker in the pot ain't talking hot dogs
My game spicy as it come giving my niggas

on in magic city
A magician with the flow
Only way I know
Better come correct I ain’t gotta use a tech
Trust me when I say it you won’t like it if I spray