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Won't actually allow me to submit a song without a title
Which makes sense, because how could you find it
I mean I could call it "Untitled" but

UNTITLED 24/7 (Prod by GRADIS NICE)

(BIG FAF)
俺らmain field でstay alive
Gradis Niceの上で語るこのlife
少しだけ昔話もしよう
今この瞬間にすべてを叫ぼう

馴染みのfrendsで始めた遊びが

initially untitled cut
Known as either "Track 13" or just "13"
(as listed on the 2015 remastered vinyl) 
Is commonly interpreted to as Freddie’s
Journey

the outcome, warheads are miniature,
The swords here to finish ya, this untitled project,
Fueled by these thoughts that are geared with this mileage. 

The shape

Black boy joy Black girl magic
Keep it going Automatic
Original man Aziatic
Counted me out Right back at it

5th Untitled instant classic
Flipped my

experience that then (What?)
Getting kicked by my friends (Wow)
Went from I love you to a you
And I ain't never going back again

I remember when I was down

live by affirmations
I been steady lacking any aspiration
I been searching high a low for calibration

Maybe just maybe I'll make it to the top
Maybe

on the border
It's a very very lovely day
To set a fire by the bayou, lil baby's in the pyre
Such a lonely day
When the ire stops burning
Tell me what did you

I bet I know just where you wanna go
By that look on your face, we're heading out to deep space
Blast you off, I'll blast you off, blast you off

Dragged up from beneath the ground
Of rage and cruelty so profound
Used to fuel our sickly machines
Funeral marching in our dreams

Dragged up from

Your a bad lil thing 
Right hand my hitta 
Your the beach no sand
Your the real go figure 
Laced up untied 
Either way your mine
Your the fuel

Fuels burning hate

Now that you're brain dead, your ideas deceased
Battered and beaten by thought police
Living this hell upon airstrip 1
You belong

Woah, yeah
Cookin with that good gas gas gas gas like a deisel fuel jet
I might have to call yo bet
Fuck a nigga bitch Ian lookin for no shit
I might

Footsteps of thousands before me prepare for what I’ll become
Silence drowned out by racing thoughts of what is to come
The rain comes down
Pouring

unique, yeah
Fuel to the fire, gasoline
I look fire I know that I'm on fleek, yeah
Talk down on me, but you know I'm what you need, yeah
Listen to me, yeah,

This song is dedicated to everybody
That is being help by somebody
But not really
Yo Jesús You got me bro?
Let's go!
Ah!
Yeah!
Some go
Some don't
But

letting glass sands pass by
Nigga wit a attitude bet they cant stand mine
And that's fine
Just wait till they see the new me
I use that shit to fuel me

flowers
I still wouldn't know what love is
Open fire
Open lovers season
Ain't no place to stop
When you're out of fuel babe
Crash the glass
Don't know how

Trap Fuel 
So Clean 
98 Octane Gasoline
Burn Your City To The Ground 
I Apologize
It Look Like A War Zone
Now It's A Paradise
Butterfly Tatted Buggin

and the water
I am the fuel and the fire
When you're in hell
Only way out is through
Only way out is through
When you're in hell
keep pushing
I promise youve got

Where the road leads, ain't no way to know
You won't find out until you go
Gotta fuel validation on your own
Cause if you let them gas you up, you explode

will be my fight
But I fear I may not last another round
But these thoughts will only fuel the fire

Written by Grant Campbell

Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise
Karma fuels my appetite
Feel it in your alkaline
Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise

I've been playin' it cool
But I'm covered in fuel
That's how you know I'm 'bouta start a fire
I've been playin' it cool
But I'm covered in fuel