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Another day another line Another way Another rhyme I'm my brothers brother all the time I like to have things on me that people may use in a crime I might be talking about a knife Basic math says I can't carry 9 Possibly a bottle of wine or maybe a rope and tie it around your neck like 89 The dimensions of the number The physics of the fibers The quantum atoms of the whatever All that smart shit All that science bitch The world can be gone in blink Better not flinch This isn't supposed to make a person think Typing is Typing its more real when you write with ink Random words in there head spitting jibberish instead of thinking ahead On your mind Is the butter But you should be thinking about how to get the bread You can be a fan in the event or the host But with out a person you know you'll need the bread in order to make the toast Hope is out the window On my feet like I'm in bedrock Call me a Flintstone A yo Trump can I get a loan ? Or something of my own Tired of fuckin working and working In her own world I feel Alone Time to get into the fuck outta here let me be me zone. Eyes are wet These are some things my girl doesn't get Tears roll down when we discuss the jet 30 thousand blunts won't be enough for 3 months My confusion Is like a illusion