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done to the ones we love
I'm sorry for the way I am, I hope that one day I will understand

Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!)
That's me the nightrider
Dressed in all black with

so here i am again drinking alone,
wondering who is going to drive me home.

and cold and calculating she made me turn to my drink,
and I drank,

we do here?

Well bless your soul
I can tell by the pretty way you look at me
I'm not leaving you
(I bet we'll never know)
But you can tell your eyes

Heartbreaker
No faker 
Never on my best behaviour 

Rudi boy is who I am
Learnt to play pool sitting on
Remand 
Boy locked up walked out a man 

Boy

Close my eyes, help forget all my life
This is the end, I'm standing on the edge of knife
I never thought that I would come to this
I am no one is

Fall
Falling faster by the day
My mind's been stuck in traffic
I just cant find a way
Breathe away my anxiousness
And take another hit
Medicate my

you thought you were alone
Well, you might think that I am blind
But hear me when I say
I can see right through you and your double crossin' ways

now
You lay here and ask me why I am but you already know
Things between you and me fell out just way too long ago but
You keep on begging me for more

[Verse 2]

Imam burn it out tonight, its goin down
By live via satellite
And all I see is angels in my eyes
Buzz got me way up in the sky
Maybach in

I used to think life had passed me by
Then I realized, I was wrong
I lived my life like a foolish man
Always wondering, about who I am
And the you

in this one
Now here am I against the odds
An angel out of the ashes
Making bets with god
Its a gamble to stay free
It's a gamble
Its a gamble either

So it was no surprise 

I hold onto the vows I swore 
Wondering if there's more 
All I ever wanted was you by my side 
Now I spend my days keeping you

looking good
She hold me down
Like I wish you would

12 am On FaceTime
Thinking bout me on the weekend 
When you home we gonna sleep in
Then get a little

take it, it's too much to bare
I didn't want this
Are you receiving me?

I read the lines scratched on the bathroom door
I am confined by the ghosts

I swear on my life, I'm tired of being down
I am the only one who can pull myself together
I have become succumbed to this feeling of emptiness 
Save

to live
Maybe I do know what it's like
At the airport, I kept thinking, "What the fuck am I here for?"
Crying hard into my hands
All this pain it seems was

ice Cold concrete playa 
It made me who I am 

From me to you just know whatever you do 
Ain't nothing new under the sun in these streets

Look here now

with respect
Yeah
It's the code it's just how it goes

Yo by the looks of it
I really am the crook of it
Said I'm the cook of it
The dope the streets are

all caught up in thoughts inside my head 

I could go for hours of us swinging side by side 
Or remembering the way i felt the day my grandma died 

I

I'm trapped in an 80s movie
Just saw sixteen candles and 17 boobies
I'm on loop ion vhs

Dusty and dirty I am totally worthless

I could say anything

that you better ride 
I am more interested in what you like and what gets you high
Twinkle in ya eye 
And when we watching your shows tonight 

Imma

Good morning, Tiny Ship 
And urban planning 
I am up 
I can take you both to work
On my way back 
From the cusp of Indiana 
I didn't sleep enough

T-shirt and your long blonde hair
Fortunate for me I am accident prone
And you distracted by your phone

One thing I know
Love can go and swerve into your