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concentrating on the character assassination
Or the influx of money from negotiation
You're listening to one of the last lights glowing
Who can hear the sharp
calling me Chris Watts
Leave you looking stupid, flailing around like it's Tik Tok
Time to pull over, re-up, you're in need of a pit stop
I'm like Freddy
tell by the look in her eye
So at dinner when you kick it
And you're tryin to figure out if she's gonna give you some
As long as you stay fresh
the pace
With the light that's fading from the clouds so listen to me shout
If you can't afford a dollar to take care of the pain
You're gonna need it- how
to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to
I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all
But I think you're moving too fast
Little
of y'all can lick balls
Yeah
Just you know
Run from the dark
Into the light
You know, you know you're gonna find your way out
Run from the dark
the spindell
Stood by me from the windows
Popped up mad shit with me and got me rentals
Sick with the plastic, what can i say
Bitches hat around the way i had
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
We gonna get there
I don't care how
Long it takes
No matter how many
Wrong turns I make
There's gonna come a day
When it falls into place
Oh trust me
words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherfuckin family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck 'em!
Shootin everything in
Tweaker rollin' by on a ten-speed
And got a backpack full of shit he just stole
I know his mom, she said he livin' rent free
Up in a basement with
and coroners.
Attack the cowboys, you gonna hear some loud noise.
Sweep you fuckers up with trays and brooms, time for house chores.
I can call on hot ones with
showed me your crib
Unless she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna have both y'all get did
Burning incense, facing a murder sentence
Under intent, for
I've been running away from you too long
But I'm coming, I hear you calling me
Saying come back home
Spoken Amen Amen praise the
Lord Jesus Christ, That
I'm still growing up by myself
And mentally you're older than me and that shit doesn't help
'Cause if they see you with T, they'll think T needs some
cannot carry it anymore
It's pulling me down
My energy is soaked from my shoulders
I can not live without you
'Cause you'll never be just a lover
You're
Chill and relax your mind
I know that everything is gonna workout fine
I know that you're a star
Stars were meant to shine
Hold your head up high
Hit-Boy on a hit boy
You turned up and I'mma bring the action
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna
tell me right now
Are you angry yet
Are you mad
(Ahhhhh)
Are you proud of me yet
Does it make you smile
Well fuck you go
Away a while
(Ahhhhh)
You're
this get you high oh
You say we only friends by the way
Your actions never match the words you say
You only hit me when you're lonely
But I'm thinking
'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin'
[Silkk the Shocker]
P this reafer got me trippin' man the ghetto got me 'noid
I be like eyes open
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
builds up inside
You're gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until
by
Learn from every lesson cause i gotta survive
When your sad like this
You're just living to die
Walk in im dripping in vetements
I got my head in
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