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those days 
What am I trying to say? 
I never felt right 
About smoking' weed 
Even just to take the edge off 
People say it's okay 
Even in my family 
I

shoulder
My minutes won't roll over
My bars like bulldozers
Fire, let's call it solar
Hold up, let me tell you
A little story about me
Hold up, let me tell

album ain't gold, now what am I to do
Get a edge up, shape up, Caesar or a baldie 
That phone goes two ways so feel free to call me
cnd buzzcut MC's can't

this ain't even really nothing new dawg
You even got into it with Lu dawg
Vic Mensa, Joey Purp too dawg
It's like it's what you do dawg
Like you

hammer fuck a toolbox
Animal in that field, but I ain't talkin' bout no livestock

Dropped a mixtape sounded like a album but they compared it to Drizzy

You don’t get it windows tinted in my Honda Civic bout to pay a visit and the verdict says who did it I’m on edge close to the ledge like you said demon

losing it
I’ve done learned things about myself
Like who have I been all these years
Keep me in your prayers and your wet dreams and your mentions
And when

a race (skirrr)
I could get low again out of the way (aye)
I dropped four albums to start off my day (wait)
They say that it's older but yhall gotta pay

Here is the song "Am buchaille ban" which Capercaillie do a lovely
version of on their Crosswinds album. I was sent these words by John
Angus Macleod

meanly-worded verses
'Cause Queens needs a resurgence
Queens needed a surgeon - cut right to the heart of the matter
You dropped your album, but it hardly will

I'll always be the crème de la crème
Don't need reassurance from friends
Already know what I've been getting in
For three years I've been on edge
Learned

The Clean Edge of Change

Carrie Newcomer

The Geography of Light

2008

I tried hard enough,
With endless motion like a bribe,
As if by this the will of God,
Could be bent to my version of right

[Chorus] 
What

chest
What happens next
I'm going bezerk
Drop a whole album by January 1st
We take over earth
B before C
Choppa sting like a bee
Nothing is helping
You

a message it's
Like i scraped the edges of
My razor up against my wrist but ehit's
Nothin major cuz only punk mother fuckers
Call the cops and blow a hot