LYRICS:
puzzle pieces of my heart are scattered,
throughout the neighborhood but really though my heart is shattered,
and in return i'll break your heart its such an awkward pattern,
I say I love her still, 
she wonders if she ever mattered,
the pitter patter of little feet and got me shook,
im man enough to fuck you, 
but I am not man enough to look,
you in your eyes and just admit to you that im the crook,
that stole your heart, 
but im so charming let me off the hook,
if you can cook if you can clean I can build you house,
or we can take off to Miami just chill in the south,
If it's your time of the month, we can chill in the house, 
and I can walk on egg shells, try to chill with my mouth,
because you know I'll make a joke if anything occurs,
it's just a habit, im sarcastic and im slick with words,
and you get mad at the attention that i get from birds,
but whats a bird to a queen? ill tell that bitch to swerve
ill tell that bitch to swerve,

you say hello then,
I say goodbye and,
and then you have a drink, get in a fight with, 
your baby daddy, oh, you wanna try again?
and then we make up, 
hello goodbye again

Im a degenerate, a drinker, im a lover and a fighter,
and momma was a christian but my father wasn't like her,
cuz my father didnt keep a lot of n****s in his cypher, 
while them n****s getting bitter as a jug of apple cyder,
and despite of all the chances that I had, i fuckin blew it,
cuz my livers full of liquor,
and deprived of vital fluid,
and my heart is full of arrows from that mother fucker cupid,
and my brain was full of pain,
so i applied to my music,
now every song I write's about Deanna and I hate it,
and I'll prob take her back the very second that i make it,
and she'll fuck chris brown behind my back, i hate to say it, 
im a prisoner of my past and its a fact, i cant escape it,
instead of running from it man, i know i should embrace it, 
the top is always better when you coming from the basement, 
an sometimes i get relentless and i switch up my location, 
now miami is my second home, it aint just a vacation, 
and know I aint a gangsta so dont judge me on my tats, 
cuz my tats is just an image you can judge me on my raps,
cuz my raps is how im feeling in my heart and just perhaps,
i break the silence and get violent and will not settle for scraps,
im tired of the fat, and the bone, and the gristle, 
you can hold your breath and die, or you can blow like a whistle, 
you struggle then you die, is anybody gonna miss you?
when your name is engraved on that stone with a chisel...

so why the fuck do I miss you?

I shouldnt miss you,

but I miss you.

HELLO GOODBYE AGAIN (Prod. BY Biff)

I Exist (Prod. by Biff)

Very Rare (Prod. by Terence Ryan)

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