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Distant stars come in black or red
I’ve seen their worlds inside my head
They connect with the fall of man
They breathe you in and dive as deep as they can

There’s nothing you can do for them
They are the force between when the tiding is arising
There’s nothing you can say to him
He is an outer heart and the space has been broken

But he calls himself in the power of your name
You got me turned onto you
And it might be me and might be you
Calling in the outside

Is it far away in the glitter freeze?
Or in our eyes every time they meet
It’s in the light of the plasma screens
We keep switched on all through the night while we sleep

There’s nothing you can do for her
She is a coincident, in a wrong line
There’s nothing you can say to her
I am without a heart and the space has been broken

It’s broken
Our love
Broken
Its calling out loud for my name
[….?]

[Intro]
Day trip took it to 10

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

[Verse 1]
In the A, have 40 inches
Head-to-toe, it get expensive (Cash)
Carter lenses for my vision (Barney)
I see you fake niggas pretending (Rats)
You burnt, you ran out of minutes (You burnt)
Your hoe come ’round and get litty (He lit)
President of the bad bitches (Grrat)
They salute the kid like lieutenant (Salute)
Get fishing on jail, dripping on [?]
Rocking some shit that I can’t even spell
Louis my shell, blue money trail
My F for Fendy, you F is for fail
[?] like soldier
Pop off your top like Corona (Pop)
Motor sound like it’s a polar
Ice on a choker, my bitch look older
She shakin’ ass like she came from Illinois (Shake that ass)
He a dog, I like paw
I ain’t fine at all (No)
I just tear down the mall (Take that shit)
Fuck it, I buy it all (I want it all)
Shit on you like a star, ugh
We the youngest involved
That’s my voice, need a hold

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

[Verse 2]
Can’t wait for a minute, impatient, go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching, ugh
Vacation, I’m living, got so many Benjamins, they think I’m gettin’ it printed (Nah, I ain’t)
I came with them racks, you dig? (What’s up?)
This OG, you’re smoking on med (Look here)
Still living in your momma crib
You can’t even come for the kids
Smoke ’em and dump, Louboutin pump
Bloody walk in, you just bleed, want some [?] (Yeah)
I’m in that Ghost, you can say the whip hunnid
I walk in your trap and I do what I want (Do what I want)
Just spend like 30
I got enough bread to feed you lil’ birdies
Bought out diamond district
I’m up in New York, my [?] racks
Speakin’ out facts (Turnt)
I get turnt up to the max (Turnt)
I used to juggin’ up x (Runnin’)
Now, I’m [?] relax, ugh
I’m eatin’ spaghetti and catfish
Pull up in that [?] back to back (Skrt)
Have this hair lookin’ like cataracts (I’m high)
I’m in the club throwin’ up that kind of racks (Racks)

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

[Intro]
Yeah, you know I don’t never know what to say right here
[?] took it to town

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

[Verse 1]
Smoke bamboo, big lit
Thick white bitch, Iggy
You know my weed sticky
What’s the secret Vicky?
We be turnt like Timmy
Then we roll out like Jimmy
My show sold out in your city
You can’t keep up wit me
Sit on his face ‘til his nose guard
To put me down you need both arms
These bitches mad cause I go hard
Ready, set, I got on Goyard
Chains on my belt, I’m a rockstar
Don’t need ID, I use facecard
These niggas dig me like a graveyard
I work hard so I get to play hard

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

[Verse 2]
What I got on it ain’t come from the store
They see me soon as I walk through the door
I’m up on the roof, I was just on the floor
How the fuck did I get rich when I was just poor?
All of these blessings, I’m thankin’ the lord
I’m never stoppin’ I gotta keep goin’
I don’t use the brakes when I’m drivin’ a foreign
I only go faster, I never go slower
Ballin’ so hard like, “what’s the score?”
If she want beef, I need a fork
I know it hurt them to the core
Your nigga a lame, a bitch, a dork
Bitch I come from nothin’, every day I’m stuntin’
I know you ain’t got this, bought it out the country
Money don’t mean nothin’, get it like it’s double
If we get into it, you know you in trouble

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

[Verse 1]
In the Land of Ooo is a Candy Kingdom
Whose sidewalks you can eat
And everyone who lives in there
Is made of something sweet

[Verse 2]
There are many candy people
Far too many for to name
But if you care to take a dare
We’ll try it just the same

[Verse 3]
Mr. Cupcake and Starchie
Are strong as they can be
Pineapple Guy and Peppermint Butler
Have musicality

[Verse 4]
About that Peppermint Butler
A peculiar type of guy
And once a drop of spicy serum
Fell into his eye

[Verse 5]
Cinnamon Bun is a lot of fun
When he’s not falling down
Chocoberry and Chet
Have icing on their crowns

[Verse 6]
Doctors Ice Cream and Donut
Will fix you up real well
There’s even a Nurse Poundcake
To keep you feelin’ swell

[Verse 7]
Dr. Dextrose showed up once
At the Science Barbecue
Made a speech then grumbled something
And off again he flew

[Verse 8]
Earl of Lemongrab can be a crab
He rides a Sour Horse
There’s Taffy Girl and Candy Bar Guy
And Manfried, of course

[Verse 9]
Colonel Candy Corn and Candy Cane Guy
Are not the best seat mates
Lollipop Girl and Ice Cream Guy
Were once seen on a date

[Verse 10]
Marshmallow Kids, Banana Guards
Jelly Horse and Gelatin Man
Gumdrop Lasses and Ice Cream Lady
Royal Tart Toter… (Eat my tarts?)
Royal Tart Toter (Hello?) Green Gumdrop Dude
And a Grape Popsicle Guy…

[Verse 11]
In the Land of Ooo is a Candy Kingdom
Whose song is now complete
Except for one more Candy Person
Who really can’t be beat

[Verse 12]
Her best friend is a Rainicorn
She rides a royal swan
Ruling with a chewy fist
It’s Princess Bubblegum

[Verse 13]
In the Land of Ooo is a Candy Kingdom
In the Land of Ooo is a Candy Kingdom

Sneaking through the back door,fruity MC is getting ambushed
Rammed and sqooushed,slammed and pushed,crammed and mushed
Then I’m movin on down to right to left
So bite the meth or prepare to fight to death
To get jacked, attacked and cracked in two
Smacking through, till your black and blue for actin true
I’m dreaded like a man whose hair is all strands
Proof that I be sniffing on aerosol cans
I’m stoppin,I’m kickin,I’m chokin,I’m stampin em,I’m clompin,stickin,poking and clompin em
Two electric chairs and tighten bolts
Hit em with frightening jolts of lightning bolts
Im zappin,rappers,singers,and dancers
Faster then you can snap your fingers for ransom
Cancer is in the flesh,alive and breathin
Survivin in conniven by thievin

I had a dream where I was getting jacked by biters
It felt like I was being attacked by spiders
Developin a fear of bitterphobia
Im holding a gas can and a lighter over ya
If I detect ya, ima pulverize
Dissect your brain, diggin your skull for lies
And ima torture, with material iller
Than a stark Ravin sereal killer
I’m more dangerous then a loaded chamber is
A major risk to a plagiarist
So beware of the aura, terror for the horrible
Will scare ya tommorow
Is the airbourm assault to the rappers
Hit the resource to better my skill
I head for the border
And run the galloping hills
The choice is yours
Cause now buddies noises forced me to
Scream till my voice is hoarse
Cause I’m sick of these jabber jaws And crap that grabs what’s yours and savage your bites like Labradors
In the range of my double-barrel and your life is in trouble,danger,and peril