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you cheese
I don't want it back
I'd kill you for the snacks
Niggas hood name

Used to be Sergeant Good
A new name, Miss Laboda
I only play for keys
I

I downed 6 bottles of your dad's white wine
Steal his keys, go for a joyride
And crash on the side of the local five guys
Still feel fine, get out

Defeated by the enemy

You could've had anything, but you wanted everything
I would've given you anything, you just can't take everything

Want it all
Have

sleep
That shit had me weak
I am the artist
Treasure hunting like I'm Charlie the Tarkin

Since days I got caught it
Raised by the hardest
Understand that

the people I done had love for
You know, just..
It's the biggest one
Push the store, this they bed

Not strange, but I'm mad
Make me walk, catch a hat
I'm

Walk the streets where I stay
Dream to be a Martian I need my space
Stars in the wraith yeah they're out of place
So I iced my wrists out, constellate

Nothin' like the other guy, you about to see
Wherever I go, inevitably
They just stare at me

Ha ha, sippin' on tea
Getting by indubitably
I'm JP, in

in case
Evil demons leave you busted up so fuck them up in pain
Mean what you are preaching followed by walking da walk you take
Dont play hide n seak

always wearing sunglasses and watches
But these chicks make me nauseous
They always walk around talking nonsense
Pero mami, tu tienes siempre la razón
Por

so I'd back off the desire
Burnin' me so badly inside
Too hot to handle yall , Too cold as well to hide how ashamed I have been
To ever walk faithfully

in Inland Empire
Look at the rabbits
They're anthropomorphic
Look at the sign on Mulholland Drive
My raps are pre-recorded like the song by Rebekah Del

We live in the matrix of illusions
We live in deception by devil
We live in the world of sins
We live in the world of death

He knows why we are born

Feeling something when it instrumental
Slow it down let me key the rental
I been spitting game like its sentimental
Dusting off the rust from the coldest

Doah beat styles gyul bubble fuh duh dan
Bubble fuh duh dan
Gyul from my view
It look like nobody cya style, you
Yuh get yuh own key living by, you
Meen

need big God wit me
This a Jesus walk
I'm so blessed ion get it
Won't get the key car
Can't nobody drive big slizzy
She want a drink from the bar
Baby I

There's a city
c man on third street
Heavy eyes, and baggy clothes
He walks alone at night
The wind is bitter cold
That's all the man on third street

grudges, no need to blame
I'll light your path, ignite the flame
We'll walk the streets, hand in hand
Side by side, together we'll stand
Instead of insults,

walk around
Brody poppin' X's for breakfast, well shit

Good morning, Malcolm, doobies gettin' fuller
The jewels before the jiggers
Bro slimy like some

fuck with my team, by any means I'm crushing niggas dreams, and rappers will survive Oh boy, you think you hot, man I think your flame will just die

What's this all this malarkey
Bout shank down with a car key
Have you even passed your theory
Your mum dropped you off to my yard g
Thinking your hard bro

home so I can jump into my bed

(Hey!) 

Doors locked, where are my keys?
Need to get my shit together
Cant walk, Im on my knees
Im pretty sure I dont

No money can buy what you mean to me
So lovely, got the key to my heart for free
Staying at the sea, see the sunlight reflection
Baby, you are

A moment of consciousness
Followed by the other
In another state
In one where I'm awake
The second in a daze
Walk through the haze inside
Another

I wait for a thousand days
I walk down a thousand roads
Speak a couple thousand truths with my back to the wall
Who could find something like this