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step, one by one 
Sad memories from crea 51
Help me to forget cause I'm the very last one

Keep an eye on me 'til their spaceship
Burn all my notebooks in

Gonna cheers you out my life, huh
I'd rather get wasted than to
Have you by my side, huh
Break another bottle when you're infiltrating in my mind
Whoever

look up
All I can see is some tall motherfuckers looking down
I'm a frown, I'm a stain, I destain every lame
In my face, in my way
Fuck it tho
I'll be

Every time I lay in my bed
I think about you cause you stuck in my head
The moment that I lost you was my biggest regret
And I'm back in a dark space

a boppin rhythm,
Had to take a leak behind the green garbage can,
Who needs a pot to piss in?
That's when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison

Joseph hammered on the door
But it was Christmas Eve
And everywhere was jam-packed full
The Landlord said
"I can give you a bed
If you can put up with my

flaws
I almost forgot to tell you

An evening with you by the fire
Makes me feel sick with dread
I don't want to be romantic
Inside my single bed
I see

Sidewalk chalk and a driveway stage
My mom said to be home by eight
Maybe next week we'll stay up late
Enough to watch George Lopez
Solo cups on your

Spanish moss is falling down the walls of my head
Like upon the little house we used to live in by the river’s bed
Warm water brimming from the side

this licor by myself
Got me stressed up
Feeling hella lonely plus girl
Huh
Guess what
Thinking bout you while in bed
Bitch i stayed up
Had dreams in them

need a castle with a Lamborghini
In the hills and I ain't talking bout no Hollywood
No
Speakers blasting like a M16, the
Devil on my shoulder cutthroat,

of whatever you got, I'ma cool myself off in the sink
I lay back in the bed pushing west in my head when my 63' Ford came alive
I ran down to the road as my car

the River Bollin, nestled and surrounded by
The soggy weaving Cheshire hills it breaks the local stereotype 
This English working-class vibe, a tight nit

Won’t you make my night

Yeah shawty you know the deal
Been thinking on the real
Why don’t I take the coupe
And whip it to Cedar Hill
Come swing by your

Ill in the head
Type of stuff that make somebody wish that they was dead
But nun suicidal but I can't take this to bed
The thoughts in my head and I

And two bodies

Naked covered in blood, cuts
And chunks of missing skin
We were baffled and
Set off to find the rest

On the northwest slope of
Of the hill

again
Tryna stretch my dreams past another band
Who is
The one
With the upper hand
Probably
The one
You don't welcome in
My life was really a mess
Still

There's a football size dent in the side of my truck
Mike the bum he's making artwork out of cigarette butts
The men in suits they feel so far above

Another night with friends, I'm rarely sober
Pour the drinks again, I need it to get out of my head
Up on this hill every weekend, this house is

that I'm doing my best
Lay in bed all night awake
Something in my lungs again
I black out and I shake
Dissociation, need sedation, everything feels fake

Tried to down play me in his office
Pistol by the bed you could never too cautious
I been to Diddy crib the energy made me nauseus

I know a sick black

Mr. Officer

Vybz Kartel

Dancehall Hero

Bookey, feds dem ah move spookey

Mi ah drive in from grange hill
With a pound of di marijuana
Police pull me over, step to mi car
Officer wah yuh

By Association

You are who you are but you aren’t what you not

(Verse 1)
From the hill to Hollywood, I been on a mission
I told you before and you

on the run again
Tryna stretch my dreams past another band
Who is the one with the upper hand
Probably the one you don't welcome in
My life was really a mess