I wonder how it feels
To be content. Yea
I wonder if its real
Or just pretend, yea
Just something people say
Maybe to themselves
I dont really feel it though
Come to think I never have

NVR RLY HVPPV

N’YU PA-PA PA-DA PEE
PA-PAW, 
[p]-PA-DA
PA-PA-PAW-DA PA-PAW, 
PA-PA-PAW
PA-PAW
 
Poppies in ur yard then I might snatch ‘em
Y’Iunno and Ion care
Might cash me riflin’ thru ur medicine cabinet
Y’ammonnit, Y’am square

Y’ got sum poppies in yo yard and Imma snatch em
N’Iunno and I don care
Y’ cash me  riflin’ thru your medicine cabinet
Y’amonnit, Y’am square 

I’ got sum poppies in yo yard and Imma snatch em
N’ I dunno and I don care
Might cash me  riflin’ thru your medicine cabinet
Y’amonnit, Y’am square 

PA-POO DA PA-DA DOO-PUH, 
PA PA-DA PWEH-DA DOO-puh
PA-PEHHHH DE pwoo-DA, DA-PUH, 
DOO PEHH PE-PE, YA HUH

Poppies in ur yard then I might snatch ‘em
N’ I dunno and Ion care
Might cash me riflin’ thru ur medicine cabinet
Y’ammonnit, Y’am square

POPPIES IMMA SNATCH

Please allow me to explain myself
I haven’t quite been being, this ain't myself
Yuh, I been walkin a beast, Yuh, I been hatin’ myself
I been lettin’ loose so much, it done deranged my mental health

Mama sick,
Oh shit 
Love in the mentions she been blowin’ a brick
She bumpin’ the blow she a messy lil’ bitch
She humpin' imaginery…

So FRIIK

I don't want you to think I didn't love ya
But things just never really panned out
And now I know I'll be thinking more about ya
Hope you realize what I was on about

Hope You Dont Think I Didnt Love You

Cold days, hot nights
When you’re freezin’ in the street
Under neon light
Cold days, hot nights
When the wind blows in yo’ face
And the memory bites

That Beib she wanna bug but she batshit
I aint finna fix her up with Givenchy
I don’ wanna open up and thats a mansion
Imma just lay low till she pass me 
I don’ wanna disrespet yeah she faaancy
But she lookin for a man, nuh that aint me
I aint got nuttin to give but a guarantee
Sumone gon’ get broken up and left empty

I might be a little skered but thats rightly
But I really cant be bothered with what might be
You really shouldnt have no worries yuh in spite me
Wishy washy wouldn’ bark up the wrong tree
Safe to say yous better off without me
You really shouldnt have no worries yuh in spite me
Wishy washy wouldn’ bark up the wrong tree
I’m not a hubby, so I don’t need no wifey

Cold days, hot nights
When you’re freezin’ in the street
Under neon light
Cold days, hot nights
When the wind blows in yo’ face
And the memory bites

Moti Special - Cold Days Hot Nights (BUGI Appropriation)

Nobody likes me, call me Jar Jar Binks, bish
This one for George, Jake, Ahmed, Obi Wan and Qui Gon Jin
I Skywalk on these haters, im with the phantom menace
Natalie Portman… yeah she can get it

JAR JAR BINKS

I been racin to the bottom
Stead of tryna git on top
i been settlin for the fold
thout even sittin out the flop
I been holdin on to safety
'thout it ever being there
I been tryna breath deep
but im still gasping for some air

I been tryna keep my head up
like im bobbin in the sea
thought i had my demons tethered
but they might be pullin me
yuh i be that rednosed reindeer
I been gnashin on the teet
I been wastin away out here
gotta get back on my feet



I been slipping
I been sliding
I been straight outta control
I'm the snowman
'boutta meltdown
yuh i been on letting go

Olaf Is Melting

Fuck this
I'm afraid of gettin' tucked in
Bunk shit
Aint bitin' no tall tales

Shake junt
Like a chump smokin' crumbs
Bish I punt bums
Shud be hidin', don't be flauntin'

All the mad lip
Teeths grindin' they be joustin'
At the fact that 
U be wilin'

Did I aks you?
Aight, imma come thuu
Lee' erryone wetter
Than a mawfackin' monsoon

Cash me outside
Im the bad guy
Up the ante
Like a mawfackin' antichrist
[DOOT-DOOHF]

Did I Aks You [Roobie Roobie Roob]

Yeah man, fucking with a weirdo
She fucking with a real one
Yeah man, fucking with a weirdo
She fucking with a...

[Lil’] Bitch rise, faulking out the rich main
She got falcon with that head and fuckin' bit me

Be a baddy, shot
She a shaw [Thicket]
She about it
She-yuh, yuh

Weirdo

[Yeahhh..] 
Yeah, we all feel underserving sometimes
Birdbox, Yeah, we walk around blind
Every day we takes the blues or the reds
Lest we awaken unless we forget

Birdbox

Y’ont tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't thank he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

Y’ont tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't thank he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone
You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms go back to the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no mo’

But don’ tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't thank he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

You can tell your maw’ I moved to Arkansas
You can tell your dawg to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip
He never really liked me anyway
Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anythang you please
Myself already knows I'm not OK
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

But don’t tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't thank he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

Don’t tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't thank he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

Billy Ray Cyrus - Achy Breaky Heart [TOLD RON DAWN'T Rework]

That shit got me in my feelins
My bank account is down to a single fuckin digit
That shit got me runnin' round
Lookin for some  extra 'binnes 
Im just tryna cash some air
Aint give a fuck about 'dem bishes
Imma need some drugs or  medication
Shit gettin litigious bish
Im caught up in this situation
down to burn sum bridges
Aye yuh, 
bish i smoke it I aint sell it
Runnin round like a ‘head
Like i belong in a Chappelle skit
I got Murder On My Mind
I got demons like im Melly
Im a loony smokin’ L’s
In the back like im Nelly
Gimme the lou, gimme bags
Its a match bish be ready
Got dem snitches in the 6?
Nah I aint gon’ be tellin’ , we go get ‘ em      
 
Mystic is swimmin
While cotics be drowning
Skrr i’m a skater
I skeet on that water
Bish I aint dippin
Im trudgin and bobbin 
ain’t catchin' no cold shock
Im out there Wim Hoffin

WIM HOFFIN'

Ya bish
Ya bish

Nah I aint with dat
Bish im ‘bout to send it
Money coming in
But I already spent it
Bish you bet im hungy
Went broke before breakfast 
Skip the lunch and dinner
Only do juice and grass bish 

Gees a buck achee
Fr-esh Avocadoo
No Crips or guap for me
Now how bout dah for a mood
Leave me alone bish
Yuh im buildin a boat
I would chuck wood just to keep me afloat
Testin’ my bricks, hauling my load
Knockin’ on wood, yuh, hop on the road
Yuh I got a heart, but the Artichoke
I might do pasta bish, cuz Im like Gambino

Wheatgrass Juice

Po’ some Moêt
For my man, yuh
Should not’ve gone yet
Gods plan, huh?

Who the one with all the fuckin' lovey dovey shit, bish
Who the one with all the fuckin' exes in the six, bish
Who the one who sing and dance and cryin' over shit, bish
Who the one thats blowin' all ‘dem Louie belts on hits bish
 
Who the one with all the fuckin' lovey dovey shit bish
Who the one with all ‘dem goddamn bastard fuckin’ kids, yuh
Who the one who sing and dance and cryin' over shit, bish
Who the one thats blowin' all ‘dem Louie belts on hits bish

SMS yuh, triple X yuh
Bish u gotta fuckin strike below the belt yuh [right to the throat]
Petty shit, yuh, petty theft, yuh
All 4 yo mams, oedipus, fuckin’ pussy
Bish whos yo mans, cuck
Who wear the pants, x
A red mask, US
A quick blem, ugh
Not for the stripes, yuh
But for the checks, yuh
Oh that your own flow? [Our very own?]
November next, yuh

Who the one with all the fuckin' lovey dovey shit, bish
Who the one with all the fuckin' exes in the six, bish
Who the one who sing and dance and cryin' over shit, bish
Who the one thats blowin' all ‘dem Louie belts on hits bish

Who the one with all the fuckin' lovey dovey shit, bish
Who the one with all ‘dem goddamn bastard fuckin’ kids, yuh
Who the one who sing and dance and cryin' over shit, bish
Who the one thats blowin all ‘dem Louie belts on hits bish

Po’ some Moêt
For my man, yuh
Should not’ve gone yet
Gods plan, huh?

Po’ some Moêt
For my man, yuh
Should not’ve gone yet
Gods plan, huh?

L.L.J.

That new flex is all the rage
Keep slumber out my conscient brain
Nightmares ‘ll have your vibes all killed
Ain’t poppin’ fades just cashin feels

That new flex is all the rage
Keep avarice out my conscient brain
All that glitters ain’t real gold 
There’s no return on sold out souls

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