Lil' Wayne - Outstanding *instrumental*
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well now im now im going physco, kinda like micheal, walkin around my house niggas like what you got da knife fo? I tell em,
Well im all fucked up,
sick in the head,
contemplating bad thoughts like i wish i was dead.
Now i got those nights were i just sit in the bed can't eat can't sleep so much dread. Im like why the fuck is this happening?
To much stress?
Well if i finally commit suicide,
Take that fall,
I want everybody to know,
I gave it my all
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He was a magnificent long belly with bone , beautiful mess on the floor in front of an irregular form .A legend like the stones that rippled the water glimmer history of the devil that proclaimed the artist in the colours
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yo gurl fast like lightspeed/she wearin tight jeans she lookin quite mean/so ima approach her wit nice things/she saw my swagg an she froze like a ice beam/yu dudes sweet like ice tea/i mite be the next best or the best yet/cuz im sick from the neck up/so sick i might test negative for my next check up/naw im playin but boy get cha respect up/or get wet up/den i have corner clean ya sweat up/yea and quit lien bitch fess up silly ass pretty boys playin dress up/im puffin a blunt loadin deh tek up
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Do you have a download link or anything??
gotta ball like a starta, fresh from the water,
this is my story, and i am my own autha,
but no martha, i earn what i make,
and you just a marter, gettin burned at the stake,
i go harder, till the day of my wake,
like a bolda in a crate, im bringin weight to the grave,
and im colda than an ice road paved,
with souls of my homies that I roll with everyday,
but either way, im blazin’ through this maze,
flyin over the daily slopes, so i know ill make the grade
michaelpollacci 8 months ago 5
gotta ball like a starta, fresh from the water,
this is my story, and i am my own autha,
but no martha, i earn what i make,
and you just a marter, gettin burned at the stake,
i go harder, till the day of my wake,
like a bolda in a crate, im bringin weight to the grave,
and im colda than an ice road paved,
with souls of my homies that I roll with everyday,
but either way, im blazin’ through this maze,
flyin over the daily slopes, so i know ill make the grade
michaelpollacci 8 months ago