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my trust
They talkin' shit, put your man in a blunt
Who just gun you down, yeah that's Mr. Roll-Em-Up
Me, Chris and Alan cookin' up with a view
Why you

Paparazzi
I'ma live my life Miami Vice, Farrah Fawcett
I'ma sip lean
You gon' tattle tale while I slide down Tidwell (uh)
I'ma shine blades like a chef,

Paparazzi
I'ma live my life Miami Vice, Farrah Fawcett
I'ma sip lean
You gon' tattle tale while I slide down Tidwell (uh)
I'ma shine blades like a chef,

Then came the dark thunder
And washed away the blues
So much went down down under
But we'll build it up new

Lord 
I love the blues
It's in my blood
Oh

you 
Blew blue faces met Dr.Drew
Good head shut up lies 
Sleep we don't try 
My eyes the only thing reliable 
I think of mine 
Revenge from behind 
From

in a locker you schoolboy

Pourin' some cough syrup down in my cup
Chuckin' the sprite to see it catch up
I bring that shit down to a pub or a club

of what I've got and what I'm dealt
I'm walking down this trail, call me Roosevelt
By my side is Method, he ain't tepid, all intrepid
All you skillless

rhythm section, they was ready to dig in
Them guitar amps, all turned up to ten
I said "Here we go, girl
Let the dancin' begin"
And we danced to the blues

You got me feelin' blue, you got me feelin' down
You got me feelin' through, like no one else around
You got me feelin' blue (You got me feelin'

by yo pelvis
I'm the hardest out the city
Who better lil nigga tell me
I'm busy so keep it brief if it be me you tryna dial up
The art in getting money

I'm stirring up ass with it, I'm counting it
Smashing, laughin' at her, she's using her mouth for it
Totally fascinated by how fast she is
Going in

are migratory?
ARTHUR:  Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1:  What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR:  It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD

though have you been cripping
Swear you got beat black and blue the injuries looked crippling
I'm daily trippling
Maybe at fifty I'd like some triplets
Not

can get

I'm a black activist slight love of cannabis
known to keep a candle lit always keep a candle lit
grew up around some savages
love them boys

the real ones pick you up
When you down but no one knows
How its harder when your hearts so god damn cold
There's no fire, that shits froze over
I ain't ever

My blessings come in twos yeah (Sykes)
My blessings come in two yeah

Either Remy or French on the glass
I was sucked down truss
I've been both

the lanes
With that check by my side(dat bag)
Vision stay blurred
I don't see red lights(I don't)

Dreams of foreign whips(whips)
Growing up i had a little

for top
She broke down, I took her to the shop
Call me a door she be on my knob
Blicky out time to call the mob
Pull up ra ta ta ta
Goin hard makin

'94 Roosevelt copped the green card
'99 up in the Macy's we the steam squad
Me libere, weed inside a cigere
Action Bronson, Bronsoliño, tigere
Taco

These people claim that they go hard
These people claim to be some killers, man
Shut the hell up, boy you soft like French vanilla (yeah)
The way

A decrepit blue shouts. “Get to your seat!” The little blue tucks his head down and runs up the stairs past all the blues intently staring down to the floor.

mouth can't say nothin' now
Four Seasons we're bringing this in
Take one that's a hat-trick cunt
Nice Gary, hit the stick Lil Pump
Gassing me up J cole vs

Devastation, Or Moors
Elimination, By Spain
No sense in making, Title Caucasian
After a mountain's name, Between, Russia and China plains
Where Mongolians stayed

crew
Syke, I ain't really have no crew (Crew)
I stay by myself (Self)
You ain't got no clue (Yeah)
Gotta test you, hope you don't fail
Fuck around