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You know sometimes, life can get very hard
Things can fall apart
You're alone, full of holes, like a fork
Not able to be filled with soup
This is how

descended down from Vanna White
Life's fast, take time to smell the roses, Bama life
Listen to my old shit, pat myself on the back, damn I'm nice
By

With Me

De La Soul

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

over here and you over there
When we can make, such an obvious pair?
Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit?
I'm peepin' how you move it

a little bit
But I'm still depressed, Pat the Bunny's dead, and Chris Clavin is a piece of shit
When the fuck won't I feel betrayed
By the people I've met

with me
Skin so crispy
Kissed by the sun, that relationship risky
Come back to ends like ya miss me
Come like ya dig me
Fireman Zeen i'm the one that

I'm young in my thumbs
Pistol Pat by my side
We moved in with his mum!
Got the house to ourselves
Shelves stocked with hot pockets
I'm locked into my

I see you standing right there 
Don't you think it's unfair
You're acting like you see
Right through me, stop playing 

Don't think you got it down

the boulevard, banging Fat Pat
You looking at an American gangsta in the flesh
Broke bread with true G's, and fronted a few ki's
Moved out to Cali, graduated

where my sanity ends

I'm standing there thinking that your gonna slow down
But you just keep rolling like a rocket ship clown

Adrenaline junky

Crunch roll
Stroke your ego before I shove my point down your throat
Awkward pat on the head before Im out the door

Like a dead beat dad Im only one third

Listen here, Lil' Young Mayne. Lemme reveal 
1 thang. No matter how many records you sell, 
it's still chump change 'cause, tomorrow, the wave you're

my heart was set up was
It didn't know the difference between truth and assumptions
There's something
That's steady tryna limit my function
It might be

I Got What You Want

Dangerous Dame

I Got What You Want

rappers out there can't top this
Cause I'm different, more than average
Acrobatic, static, man, I never had it
Cause are-e-s-p-e-see-t is in effect

You're born, You die
And In between you decide
To be the alpha or omega
Not to be is not alright
Aight Dharmasean cheese
Take a bite from the wheel

history 
tells me eight centuries of this, see... 
anytime anyone upsets the status quo 
you're stabbed in the back by the so-called liberal whores 
i know

Hitmen

Sporty Thievz

Street Cinema [Bonus Track Clean]

1998

with his mother 
But I want him dead. 
I want his mother dead I want his father dead... 
I don't care I want his DOG dead... 

(Verse 1) 
Sonny pat me

If llamas are your thing girl, then I'm your fella 
Please wash your hands when you feed them 
Or you'll be gone by llama death 
And spat out in

you're done doing your dirty deeds
There's no way to take it back
I'm so sick and tired of these bitches, I'm not holding back
All of these excuses, you're

On my deathbed I'll be mad what I ain't do
My dad said son there ain't nothing you can't do
Aunt sent funds so I'm telling her thank you
Mom said

nigga 
This not that pitta pat 
New tracks 
Go to Wicca for some energy the uni gave it back 
And I'm always springing back 
I'm improving like a knack

I've fallen to
The depths of hell
It's called social
And I think there's nothing more toxic
I would rather get hit by a bus than get on and watch you

hell!
Probably gonna be the first ballot pick
Hell giving me tours,
Pats on the back, like 'yeah yea fam you sick'
My ego it can't handle it
Guess that's

becoming so pure

Come take a look (ooh)
Don't judge a cover by its book
I'll be putting in saucy ingredients
You're the recipe, I'm the cook (spicy)
I'll be

to me
That once you're hated you break free
We're all chained down by the concern of those we love
So it won't be so dramatic when I'm

Gone
Or at least I