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تقوى الهجر ؟

صغيراني غلط عمري

ريمكس الذاهبه خالد عبد الرحمن مع الرابر soulchef write this down biggi.تيك توك

‎⁨عود عراقي  الك الك قلبي يحن.⁩.

شكواي للي يفتهم

Both beats prod. Dusty Michelangelo
 Rise on Sunday 
Feel the good in Friday 
Combat the broke w tripay
These tariffs tried me 
Oracles in the tristate 
The high late 
Stocks fly wait 
They fall 
Like me w the withdrawals
I hate 
Pause 
W action 
There’s cause 
Laws 
To keep us where we at 
Nah 
We not the rats 
Facts 
That get convoluted 
Saw 
The discourse polluted 
When we rise on Sunday it’s proven 

Memory fell to the wayside 
Waist high in these pasted lies 
I pray time solve the case find
Answers in bayside 
Eat till the waist wide
Face side eyes 
Brace for kind tries 
At my ego
Hind sight lethal 
Fecal 
Like matter 
Evil at the batter
Big leagues Im chewin 
Splatter confusing 
The regal losing 
Confidence 
Ensuing apocalypse
Posture this 
Polluting drop the rich 
Bottle big thoughts 
Wobble cig lost
My sense of reality 
Meant to cower the 
Substance won’t let me
Poetry yall forgetting
Stoic leave yall guessing  

Subsidiaries fucked me like missionary 
More money preach it a visionary 
Cook it up like guy fierrie 
Drive in to the game incendiary 
Look for bluff Spit flames 
be wary
This life shit be scary 
I find peace in preparing 
For when the meal mine to eat 
I keep caring 
Fuck a red hearing 
Scream till the larynx crack
Team filled the pairings back 
Seems ill the bearings lax
We keep rolling 
Scaring the whack 
Their rust keep showing 
What’s aching my back
Carrying w trust and rap 
Parrying the lust and tacky

Nothing more important than faculty 

Fiction 
Like the will is 
Box it just like the skill did
Fix it
Cut it butcher knife
I landed home 
Hope I puncture right 
U sung for white men
Off real art yall bitin 
Bought spiels large  
Write in 
your name in the credits 
This spite pen won’t let it 
Lighten the head it’s 

Something I had shake it off
Swift to the thoughts 
Paid in coughs 
Shift in the odds
Stayed in loss
Insist in the broad ways this show lost me 

If I have to steal it I will
Take the boss key 

Mechanics didn’t lie to me 
Took me being high to see
I had to lose first
Than the wins came to me 
Winds changed the breeze
All in never take the plea
Can’t stop till I brake it free
Can’t succumb to anxiety 
inner child need 
his point said
Planted the seeds 
This joint read 
A new universe
Where I put my pride first 
Worth the backlog 
Hurts it took that long 
That song 
Play it 420 times
Gone through these many rhymes 
Promised they let me find 
My foundation 
This chance 
I won’t waste it 
Get me signed basic 
This art comes w patience 
The towers falling 
The power groveling 
Holy Tuesday 
We take the money this time
You pay 
Ole
Funny for a sign 
I make 
The meal orbe
Steal from the foray 
Reveal you were okay
All in this music got my back 
Now I’m okayyyy

Rise on sunday 
W the Eyes some pay
Some hate never reached me
Catch up 
W these briefings
The music complete me 
All in
My stock yall seeking 
Under the water 
I’m the sea king

rise on sunday (all in part 3)

وتلومني فيك يوم اغليك يا اول همومي وتاليها ابيع كل البشر واشتريك..

ريمكس الذاهبه خالد عبد الرحمن مع الرابر soulchef write this down biggi.تيك توك

RAHAF

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