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숨겨줘 아무도 모르게 슈르르
안아줘 이대로 눈에 띄지 않게
잘못도 없어 기다리며
울며 지쳐가는 그 아이
매일 아파했던 아이
너무 기대하게 했대
애타게 만들고
자꾸 헷갈리게 했대
미치게 만들고

그저 바보처럼 너무 순진했던
어린아이처럼 순수했던 아이

네가 울렸던 나잖아

I can’t see I confused
Get me out of here

다 지나간 얘기

I knew it

영화 같은 건 없잖아
다 뻔한 얘기잖아
I don’t want love baby
No pain no love

뭐가 그리그리 뻔뻔해
내가 그리그리 만만해

너무나도 잘 알잖아
다 끝난 얘기잖아
I don’t want love baby
No pain no love, oh

Please look at my eye
커져 버린 하나의 ice
얼려져 차가워진 너와 내 사이
너로 인해 뒤바뀐 나
아낀다는 말 다신 하지마

일기 속 찢긴 페이지
번진 글씬 너로 새겨진
깨진 조명
어둠 속 엔딩은 no one
미쳐가 혼자 남은 아이는

혹시나 하는 그 맘에
널 기대해봐도
차가운 한마디 말에
무너져 버리고

결국 온통 너로 물들게 해놓고
하얀 먼지처럼 사라졌던 아이

나를 홀렸던 너잖아

I can’t see I confused
Get me out of here

다 사라진 얘기

I knew it

영화 같은 건 없잖아
다 뻔한 얘기잖아
I don’t want love baby
No pain no love

잔인했던 너의 마지막 한마디
결국 무너져 버린
끝이 나버린 스토리
네가 전부였던 내게
어떻게 이럴 수 있니
되돌리고 싶어

I knew it

영화 같은 건 없잖아
다 뻔한 얘기잖아
I don’t want love baby
No pain no love

뭐가 그리그리 뻔뻔해
내가 그리그리 만만해

너무나도 잘 알잖아
다 끝난 얘기잖아
I don’t want love baby
No pain no love oh

[Pre-verse x3]
Off of the top
I just pulled up in the truck, and pulled off in the drop
Off of the top
I bought it soft and I chopped it and turned it to rocks

Thug wit me
Chopstick, my stick, keep six guns with me
Passenger seat and my bitch packing I know she gon bust with me
Yeah, swooping yo street, I pop a nigga she go on the run with me
Whip a brick, ship a ton with me, Twist a wood burn a lung with me
7 bitches in the tub with me, actin manish at the caesars palace
I was on the trap phone speaking Spanish, on the other end waiting on the package
Stuff 100 packets in the craftmatic, got my crack cooked by a crack addict
Microwave kane on a blade since I made a million ain’t shit been the same
When I made a million seen my niggas change
Bout to flex on niggas make em feel the pain
Eastside boy the whole squad eat, on massage seats switching lanes
Necklace filled with water, Wrist is filled with water, 20,000 on the pinky rang
Eastside boy the whole squad eat on massage seats switching lanes
Fuck n***a proof, bitch nigga proof, whipping rolls so the system in the roof
Show you bitches how a rich nigga do, still down to rob a rich nigga crew
Cocaina catch a beat down, can’t shake the drop keep the heat down
Take my side bitches to Felipe Chow, give me 50,000 for the freestyle nigga

Off of the top
I just pulled up in the truck, and pulled off in the drop
Off of the top
I bought it soft and I chopped it and turned it to rocks

Thug with me
Chopstick, my stick, keep six guns with me
Passenger seat and my bitch packing I know she got bust with me

One, one, one
Talkin’ in my sleep at night
Makin’ myself crazy
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Wrote it down and read it out
Hopin’ it would save me
(Too many times, too many times)
Oh, he makes me feel like nobody else
Nobody else
But my love, he doesn’t love me
So I tell myself, I tell myself
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I keep pushin’ forwards
But he keeps pullin’ me backwards
(Nowhere to turn, no way)
(Nowhere to turn, no)
Now I’m standing back from it
I finally see the pattern
(I never learn, I never learn)
But my love, he doesn’t loves me
So I tell myself, I tell myself
I do, I do, I do
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Practice makes perfect
I’m still tryna’ learn it by heart
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
Rehearse and repeat it ’cause I (I, I, I)
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em (baby you know I count ’em)
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
You ain’t getting over him

Xanarchy
Hey

[Verse]
Really fuckin’ wonder why these bitches think I’m dumb
Bitch I’m too important, my account be lookin’ dumb
This extended clip is long, yeah I bang it, then I run
Nigga I be trappin’, oh my god, I got my home
Yea I pull up in the Masi, I get money, not no crumbs
My bitch is so important, she came straight from London
Yeah I’m on a cart, like when I’m shoppin’ for my mom
These niggas act like [?], these niggas Comic-Con
In the benzo pushin’ buttons, and it’s got me out my mind
I gotta watch my weight, because the lean’ll make me slide
Dog I got the pounds, I’m fuckin’ bitches off of Vine
And I know my wrist is sloppy, everything I got design
Don’t get too excited, you ain’t comin to my home
I barely understand, why my bitch leave me alone
There ain’t no other Steve, all these bitches want a clone
I’m higher than a kite, nah, I’m higher than a drone
Smoking haze, I’m in a daze
Chocolate paint, look like my face
These bitches chase, I did the race
Still caught a case, I did some days
Sent me to the state, feel like a maze
Done lost you mind, I don’t need a chase
I do xans, I don’t do percs
Hoe it ain’t the same
Sailor Moon I’m gettin’ [?], hoes from Ukraine
She a tame, this lyin’ bitch watch me run the game
In the bay, this xanarchy, bitch we don’t bang

[Bridge x2]
This time last year I was still gettin’ money
Ain’t shit changed, still got the thang on me
Got the 30-round clip holster stickin’ to my stomach
Just because I’m ridin’ hot, it dont mean a nigga dummy

[Outro x2]
Inxanity, inxanity
No I’m not your man to be
I got dark shit
Big shit like a manatee
You can send a band on me, I’ll take it
You can send a band on me, but I’ll take it bitch

[Intro]
Gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
If being a real nigga was a job alotta of y’all niggas would be unemployed

[Verse]
Hov told me quit puttin’ that money to my ear
I gotta get used to this shit I’m just not gettin’ here
Dropped ice cream Wraith and it ain’t been a year
Ever since I hit his bitch that nigga been in tears
Man, nigga rest up Mal they said it was my fault but I never called for help
Damn, nigga rest up pops
I wish I woulda been the one blowin’ back at the opps
Lil’ bro if I get killed don’t cry
But before you turn up for me somebody gotta get dropped
If you get killed I can’t help it but to cry
They gon’ think I’m ice skatin’ every corner I’ma slide
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
Watch who you bump my nigga we’ll split your shit in here
Bro, matter fact just get the hoes and we gon’ dip from here
Cause niggas testifying on me that’s my biggest fear
Can’t even eat with these niggas
Cause I done seen them real life sneakdissin’ nigga
Then see ’em on they page next week with the nigga
Same nigga they was talkin’ ’bout, boy you can’t come around
Bitch you can’t even get the line, hit the E-Mail
Used to fuck with dawg, he got to actin’ like a female
When I was fucking with him he was looking like Big Worm
Cut that nigga off, now he Ezal
Niggas sayin’ free they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t put nothing on his lawyer, how you want them free?
Sayin’ RIP they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t do shit to the niggas that put them on the T
After awards a lotta stars in the place
I left early, I rather be with the stars in the Wraith
Why you carry all that money, get a card from the bank
I had it hard this motivation, I need this shit in my face
From the yard with the shank to hit song out the gate
Got the money, got the fame that nigga still didn’t change
For these chains around my neck I worked my ass off, serious
Niggas stare to long, take his head off, period
What you think a bitch’ll do for 30K, I’m curious
VS in the Rollie boy that shit unridiculous
Why you tell that hoe you had some money, boy you tricked at her
We be laughin’ when they say they shooters cause it tickle us
Bitch, I was just broke layin’ in the bunk
Now I can make 200 thousand in a month
If I fall off, hit your pockets, nigga give it up
Without the pistol cause you sweeter than a cinnabon
Told my nigga right now, I can’t give you none
Let me triple this shit up then we gon’ split it up
Walk up on these niggas when I hit ’em up
[?] up, then take off runnin’ that’s a hit and run
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them straps in here
Ain’t even gotta up the pipe, beat you death in here
They got they cameras out before I even step in there
I’ll put 30 on his baby, don’t think Steph in there
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them pipes in here
Try show off for these hoes, lose your life in here
I came home 2016 had a light year
Real niggas winnin’ that’s a fake nigga nightmare
Makin’ pictures with your bitch on my Snapchat
Ex feelin’ so the stick I can’t snap that
I need that new Phantom next, I can’t backtrack
Just got off the phone with my plug, he like ‘catch that’
Better than the last batch, touch me that’s your last act
Run through ’em like fasttrack
Chokin’ on that racepack, chokin’ on that jockpack
All I smoke is opp pack
We don’t send no bomb threats, you know where my block at, bitch
I hate when niggas try to act hard
Like gettin’ a bitch to line ’em up is really that hard
I got famous nigga but I still got heart
Before this rap shit, I was layin’ at niggas backyard