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27 Jul 2021

Rap I lost it I lost it I lost it I lost it? Dawg I fucking love it I ain’t never change once not the person or the subject I’ve been buzzin. Keepin busy Lovin Everything that’s coming My way One day We’ll be what everyone’s discussin What the fuck and But for now it’s just percussions and my conscious for my cousins And my clan and my friends And my fans and my lovers My father and my mother And my fam and my sis-us-ster Fun intended Pun intended When the coaches talk... am I the one who’s mentioned? if not.... what do I need to do to get off the benches Take on defenses Defeat a challenge My back against the wall I swing for the fences My time is running out So take the clock reset it I got one point to make Like a ballpoint pen I got it covered another point to make Like an index finger won’t bend I got em’ flustered Don’t friend me on Facebook Or click that button Don’t follow Instagram Or text message my number I’m the man I made my own waves, you are just the sand No grudges But God damn What the hell you try to stop us? Good plan Good luck You can never defend When I’m skating for puck and I’m onnn offense Happy Trucking I watch the Office Turn it off at six AM And close the cubboards Put away nutella butter Good night. Good long kiss. I stay clean like a gutter. I’m mean like a mother I’m hot like the summer My flows crack like a plumber Ball hard like Rucker I’m rapping little tougher spread thin no mustard Make em weez no duster She lick meee no sucker Hanged on a Chris T, no Tucker I’m a legend like Jesus And sweet like smuckers Or snickers Listen hitter Stay away don’t cluster I don’t like your clutter My stoves black like a kettle, my kettle says to my stove “yo brother, We in this glass house we might as well throw boulders” Go fish, go fuck your Self your selfish To hell with Wealth Bitches shaking tities and L sits to get that booty right julie bright pop it on Peloton for us doing bikes. Cutie pie. Hewlie hype. At this point it’s just jibberish tomfooler rhymes. Cooler lines ensue in twos. It’s fun I’m done. Thank you. Thank you. Come one. Come on.

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Rap I lost it I lost it I lost it I lost it? Dawg I fucking love it I ain’t never change once not the person or the subject I’ve been buzzin. Keepin busy Lovin Everything that’s coming My way One day We’ll be what everyone’s discussin What the fuck and But for now it’s just percussions and my conscious for my cousins And my clan and my friends And my fans and my lovers My father and my mother And my fam and my sis-us-ster Fun intended Pun intended When the coaches talk... am I the one who’s mentioned? if not.... what do I need to do to get off the benches Take on defenses Defeat a challenge My back against the wall I swing for the fences My time is running out So take the clock reset it I got one point to make Like a ballpoint pen I got it covered another point to make Like an index finger won’t bend I got em’ flustered Don’t friend me on Facebook Or click that button Don’t follow Instagram Or text message my number I’m the man I made my own waves, you are just the sand No grudges But God damn What the hell you try to stop us? Good plan Good luck You can never defend When I’m skating for puck and I’m onnn offense Happy Trucking I watch the Office Turn it off at six AM And close the cubboards Put away nutella butter Good night. Good long kiss. I stay clean like a gutter. I’m mean like a mother I’m hot like the summer My flows crack like a plumber Ball hard like Rucker I’m rapping little tougher spread thin no mustard Make em weez no duster She lick meee no sucker Hanged on a Chris T, no Tucker I’m a legend like Jesus And sweet like smuckers Or snickers Listen hitter Stay away don’t cluster I don’t like your clutter My stoves black like a kettle, my kettle says to my stove “yo brother, We in this glass house we might as well throw boulders” Go fish, go fuck your Self your selfish To hell with Wealth Bitches shaking tities and L sits to get that booty right julie bright pop it on Peloton for us doing bikes. Cutie pie. Hewlie hype. At this point it’s just jibberish tomfooler rhymes. Cooler lines ensue in twos. It’s fun I’m done. Thank you. Thank you. Come one. Come on.

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