chasing chicken.mp3

How da fuq I think I’m finished yet 
Ima walking tome 
Till I’m gone, 
I can’t right all of my wrongs, 
Mayb, 

Shi, get a grip, fainting, 
So below, I can’t think above, 
So I’m off a drug, I rip, I rip, I rip, I rip, 
Till I’m gone and out this mud, 
In ___ we trust,
Who u love? 
Who u shun?
Fuck it, ima jus dissolve, 
Hate so much, 
That I can’t stand tall, 
I think too much, 
You can hear it when I talk, 
Fuck, 

Wish I could jus, 
Kill my thoughts, 
Mental suicide, 
Who am I? 
Thats a question old as time, 
Who tf is that, 
Only bombs ring a bell, 
End it all, 
In a cell, 
You ain’t even get a chance, 
In the light, 
From the moon, 
I was told, 
It’ll all be better soon, 

But I fight and fight and fight and fight and fight til noon, and till noon,  till midnight
I can’t even begin to wonder why, 
Look at all my time spent, 
It’s clear I’ll become nothing, 
I’m, 
On my grind, 
Why tf you lyin, 
I wish I could say that, 
But it’s true I jus be wasting time

How da fuq i think I’m finished yet, 
When I can’t be alone, 
On my phone, 
I can’t right all of my wrongs, 
Mayb…

Shi, get a grip skatin, 
So below, I can’t think above, 
So I’m moving slow, I fall n fall n fall n fall
It’s hard to move in so much mud, 
My people think they know me, 
Can’t say who truly does, 
Except for mrs shorty, 
My heart out to ya,
Sorry love, 
I keep on fucking up and yet you keep on showing love, 

Enough. 

Man my thoughts so scattered, 
Dreams of living lavish, 
On my own 2, 
Xcept when I’m lone too long 
I get to 
thinking why ain’t I gone, 
And why and why, and why
Ain’t I finished that one song?
And why and why, and why
And why and why, and why


Thinking so fucking much, 
My mental all is where I reside

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Lord Alfred Haze Remey

Bust A Move

Frost on the lane

like you (prod. plenty)

10. Ask, Seek, Knock

Ancestors look over me, spirits protect me, angels guide me....

Experience experimental elegance with waves of drippy altitude.
Remey Le Flow, the true master of his craft and founder of the messenger raps, is the lyrical spoken word rhythm and blues side of Chicago-born Sutton Williamson. As he evolved into a new chapter with producing and mixing, he brought the world LIQUOR in The Prohibition. This downtempo ambient project is more chill and grounded, with hertz to match. Stay tuned for love, light, blessings, power, protection, and healing. Be safe, be well, and be kind to yourself. Remember, it's a journey, not a race.

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