Intro (Janiah Bradley) I can alter my blues with earthly hues of green and purple that can alter my mood, By blowing indigo smoke into my angle of view is the same as the moon, I am up Like 10,2997 balloons, and this is all before noon And if that went over your head, it’s only right I assume I ignite dynamite and get high from the fumes And get shrouded in clouds of loud, til my mind goes kaboom This ascension into peaceful dimensions releases the tension of my daily reality If I can get high enough to leap from the sky into a pile of marijuana leaves It would be impossible for anything to bother me The ganja’s gotta be the reason my problems say goodbye to me Sometimes the hours be, zooming by as I ponder life’s philosophies Kinda like I was Socrates, but if he was high on weed And I’m sure he probably was Shit, I can’t even try to think too logically unless I’m properly buzzed Roll a spliff and hit it big like a winning lottery stub til I… Drift to mother ships that provide me with drugs And there’s, green people there They say hi with hug, they give me 25 then I fly home on my rug That night I got so high I forgot who I was The good vibe that I get that be provided by bud, Makes it #1 on my list of all the shit that I love so… If anybody trips, just give them some drugs, They say it don’t solve your issues, but I insist that it does Verse 1 (JPeoplz) Spare me the deets, spare me the deets I’m aware that we each have problems But don’t you release, don’t, don’t you release negativity here that’s drawlin Just gather the leaf, just gather the leaf, even trees gotta have their fall-in No it never ends no, no it never ends so Throw it, throw it, throw it out the window This is my sanctuary, aint you very relaxed? Angels carry thee, angels guarantee clarity to the max Angel’s territory, demons tear at me til’ I can get that back Weed is therapy, where it be, there it be, can you please puff pass? Whoa Bridge I saw the sun Opened up my mind, I saw the sun Lit my blunt, everything was fine I love the Sun, the son of God, Praise be Praise the sun, pray that God, spares me, whoa Spares me whoa x2 And I don’t know how that works And I aint catch every sing bible verse, shit.. At least I’m a high high person Good deeds, good weed, not perfect Kind of funny, Ha Ha, some cursing, Baby, girl, throw it out of that window I’m vulnerable to your chakra And usually I hear your eulogy And try to soothe you geez, I gotta stop ya I’m tryna bump that Praise the Sun, so… If you don’t mind, hit this one time and dip… Hit this one time and dip

Intro Oh yea I feel the strength My body is, my body’s ten times stronger than it ever was lord Hook Level up, level level level up, Whoa x4 Uh huh uh huh Okay x4 Verse#1 Light skin nigger on a hot beat, hop seat, ride shotgun while I ride on my enemies like Pac man not one to run from my enemies like Pacman Hop off the dick Don’t ride jock like the shorts of John Stockton All is off the top, so much more to what I jot though Stop drop and roll on the paper, no eraser As the mary jane vapors, elevate and motivate ya Inhale or exhale or in hell, notice Satan got his eye on me waiting Contemplating, got his guys debating whether they should sign me But I see through their disguises, with got my Shinigami eyes And I got my current demon running laps while I’m writing On these tracks that I’m lying, stunning facts how ironic Hard wraps like a Steelix or an iron Onyx Call be Brock went from rocks to entire planets Homie you should probably level up Hook Went from the bottom to the mother fucking top You should probably level up yo Went from a toddler to a mother fucking problem You should probably level up yo Uh Level up If you want to coexist and roll with us you must And I swear they noticed us in the ozone yes we fly yo Send your condolences. We passed, but we aint die yo Verse 2 They claim they on our level but that can’t be They need a little more rare candy I got a lot of sons, big family And they marvel their creator, Stan Lee I Rocksteady and Beebopping on you niggaz we animals Spaghetti and meatballing on them niggaz we cannibals We heavy and be balling on you niggaz like cannonballs Praise the Sun

Sometimes… The shit that I be talking bout would never get a negro signed It’s too out of the ordinary, Plus the subject matter falls into a category that gets you zero shine How do you market that? I don’t appeal to the party cats or tipsy college students with a narrow mind And I don’t care its fine I’m just saying that the demographics that’ll feel my shit Is of the rarest kind and bear in mind they’re hard to find Cause they don’t listen to that mainstream and that’s cool, cause I aint the fastest swimmer I prefer the underground in them sewage pipes Where you’re encouraged to go against the grain like master splinter And being original is way more accepted than being in that collective that just Raps about the glam and glimmer I spit that food for thought and place in the pan to simmer And force feed you a full course of that real shit Pulled pork and some rib tips til you tip like I handed you dinner I aint worried bout the fame or the spotlight Its not like, I do this for the cameras, Im not hype Like the way that Biggie Smalls movie portrayed Pac like I mean Jesus; I never had more than 1,270 some dollars on my visas So I’m way more accustomed to being a frequent customer Cursing at the drive thru lady at Micky Deeses or Sitting in the Red Lobster parking lot eating cheez-its, bored With my homies, faded off the spirits, Not the ones that want to help me write my lyrics like a Ouija board Dude, I ha creative demons They made me take a second look at all that I believed Predated teachings, misleading preachings I’ve been needing the guidance of Christ and the freedom he brings I’m a believer but my preacher though, fuck what he thinks I’m just a creature Jesus, tryna reach the secrets, please just… Understand me, cause I was being lied to… Misunderstanding all the rhymes that we ride to… Mystical chanting in them lines they supplied you… Hit singles stuck inside our minds, we can try to…. Forget but we forgot that we prescribed to the itunes….nigga So Ima bless em with some shit that they can vibe to…nigga While smoking Ivysaur , til you thunder stoned like Raichu… I’d sit back, and close my eyes if I was you….homie uh Praise the sun, praise the sun, let it guide you…and uh Light that blunt first though, so it finds you...and uh Don’t let these other mother fuckers here define you…I said Don’t let these other mother fuckers here define you…Lord In your dreams, I am your creator I can bring you joy, or I can bring you pain, or I can bring you fame, or Bring you to your knees If you ever try to leave me It’s just a simple pull of strings It’s just the simpletons and fools, Who learn that shit the hard way when they dream

Intro Love, Love, I said Love, Love, girl VERSE 1 Let me hold you don’t panic, I’m a hopeless romantic, Provoke your love then I sit back and hope for some magic Knowing damn well that this shits gonna end and its tragic But I been here before, I’m just happy to have ya They say misery loves company, yes that’s a fact, true And your love for me’s so lovely, yes we’re a match, you And your company’s so comforting, guess you’re attached, cool How unfortunate for you cuz, you stepped in my trap, ooh See I felt a lot of pain in my heart in the past, girl And I get a hard a dick, and a sinister high When I can get you to cry and feel the same as I have I take it all out on you cuz I’m bitter and mad I just giggle and laugh Yea I’m fucked up aint I? Was dealt a shit hand, that’s some tough luck, aint I The best boyfriend you ever love to hate? I Know all your weaknesses and that’s what I exploit When I say jump, don’t you jump up ye high? When I say your dumped, and you text me, do I reply? Nope, cuz I know you’re going nowhere baby Got you whipped, got you gripped, by your hair far lady damn I’m cold as the coldest winter, I know what I want for dinner It pumps and I know it’s in ya, and when I get n your center I’ll break you like Rent-a-Center, you’re aching I’m all up in ya Face and I feel your pain, and I’ll share it with ya lord This maybe aint your worse love Maybe this is cursed love Happy that it hurts you baby Don’t blame it on my next girl Don’t blame it on my ex girl Blame it on my first love let me… VERSE 2 hold you don’t panic, I’m a hopeless romantic, Provoke your love then I sit back and hope for some magic Knowing damn well that this shits gonna end and its tragic But I been here before, I’m just happy to have ya They say misery loves company, Yes cuz I’m living miserably, Had me a lady over , she sits with me on the sofa I told her, it gets to me, I have history of the heartbreak She closes in and kisses me, whispers and says it’s all right Told me she can help cuz she dealt with the same shit And I should put it all behind me, consider them hoes as dead Good niggaz com dime a dozen, so what you do’s or you doesn’t It doesn’t matter its history, Jesus, he chose and lead.. You to me, and usually you’d be subject to scrutiny That’s why I’m still single, believe me I know it bad, But I’m glad I met a person Who knows what it’s like to hurt, when your heart is fully emerged into Something you thought was worth it With perfect timing I cut her off Got the cutty and cut her off I know she aint deserve it, believe me, but fuck that With perfect timing I cut her off On some real shit she’s better She said she really needed and loved me, but what’s that? What’s love? I’m a hopeless romantic So you cant expect me to know this feeling Sometimes I fool myself into thinking I’ve felt this But pain is what I’ve dealt with, so pain is what I’m dealing Pain is what I’m dealing hoe, im sorry Pain is what I’m dealing hoe, heart colder the wind Pain is what I’m dealing hoe, Im sorry Pain is what I’m dealing hoe Pain is what I’m dealing though VERSE 3 Let me hold you don’t panic, I’m a hopeless romantic, Provoke your love then I sit back and hope for some magic Knowing damn well that this shits gonna end and its tragic But I been here before, I’m just happy to have ya They say misery loves company, yes that’s a factor Treated Cynthia the same, don’t believe me? Go ask her You gone leave me? Get back here Hit you with them four magic letters, and tell you That its just trust that we lack here Then I switch it in last gear Get you to splash tear Cuz I’m fuckin with them feelings still healing from last year You call me a bastard, that’s true, but I’m laughing at you Sipping my last bear, thinking, now that weird All the arguments I’ve had in this apartment All the lovely words I find to take your heart apart with All the lovely girls I found, and found a way to part with I ruined all my targets, the woman that made me start this Was my first love OUTRO I hate you girl You ruined me for so many, Bitches, ladies, hoes x2 And now, I’m the worst boyfriend in the whole wide world Whole wide world, yea x2 Fuck you

Reflection I tap into the essence of these dead rappers characteristics of the sickest known to man dapperdan so sadistic but artistic with the pen hoe if you don't get the gist of what the fuck I’m saying just pretend when I was young I wasn't really much a fan, I was 10 I couldn't count my favorite rappers on my hand, I still cant I wouldn't cuss though I was just so innocent, just a lamb until I heard “Many Men”by 50 Cent, that's my jam I close my eyes and I inhale, I try to feel the... agony, of Tupac back when he was tryna build a... Army, with a revolutionary state of mind took his anger and his passion, made it mine, and made it rhyme you fade with time if you dont leave behind a legacy spread the legs of your ear canal, steadily spread a bed of seed have my baby a year from now hope you enjoyed the pregnancy cuz that shit happens regularly, especially bumping my shit Im just saying, I aint got no mother fuckng role models in music I dont know them niggaz used in that sample so I dont two step to that funky tunes that you bumping inside ya tape deck I dont say that fake shit, like rap wouldn't be made if Blah blah blah cuz they paved this Cuz I dont truly think that I would have been rapping regardless, its in my fate fuck what happened before us born with thesaurus hand, forged up 16 bars and a chorus before I formed to man Writing words to a beat a liked, didnt know it was old wanted to know whose jam it was curious of their flow googled and found the man, he was dead lord bless his soul downloaded his song but, didnt play it for long Like a minute into it, I was just finished that shit was so fuckin wack, in the 80’s that shit was crack and they like it then now its in my recycle bin, luckily i’m recycling instrumentals like cycles of women’s mentral Im killing these pads…”Always” Get a douche for the hallways cuz im killing my colleges top of my class always, look at my grades all A’s you mean to tell me I got my fucking diploma courtesy of Curtis Blow? Nah everyone knows that my flow is a shot of Flonaise courtesy of pneumonia , you Bernie Mack so begone ya like Michael Jack I jam on a, fucking track when Im on one Like Drizzy Drake yea Im on one Im a ghost rider the most admired MC’s are residing inside my pen when they die I invite them in like a Ninja Gaiden katana hold it close to my heart like that shit was camp Anawanna Marijuanna , one dollar Arizonas from Wawa Akuna Mattata, hot boxing in Hyundai Sonata thats where I get my product I appreciate the oldies, but homie I was a kid in school banging Mambo number 5, Ludacris and Mystikal Zeros on my No Limit jersey screaming out “Whooody whoo” but the influence was minuscule trust me back when I sat bus seats my old heads couldnt touch the flow not even Sandusky, but the Penn game was Husky though comfortable in a tuxedo, meaning I had a custom flow juxtaposed to the usual riff raff, the reusuable trish-trash you accustomed to I’m inspired the powers that are higher than the mountain man my fountain pen was forged inside the fire Praise the Sun

Mastered Verse 1 I was chillin wit Twalker, leveled up Three stories to be exact like three authors And I got the munchies like I was reading the hunger games No needles under these veins just weed and some onion rings And maybe some other things I had me a beer or A beat and some Theraflu Been sick for a year or two, I could use me a parachute Don’t think its safe, for someone this sick and high To just marinate in your sky, JPeoplz I air pollute So hold me down and keep feeding you soul Like Erika Badu, in a bayou full of barracuda I love Jesus but when it comes to my enemies-es I convert them into Buddah…Peaces Speaking of Buddah Im very fond of sativas And licking these inner creases to form a bond of adhesive That’s decent to roll the weed with Reaching beyond infinity chiefing with Master Chief And I literally mastered chiefing , Im chiefing a masterpiece Wanna piece of the master please, like a pastor’s sneeze you’ll need twice the blessing Who’s on my level, hell if I know Michelle Obama my jack , said the rhymes too fat and needed liposuction JPeoplz with an “S”? No that’s a typo pumpkin You gotta catch the “Z” But sleeping on me is the last thing you want to do, Snooze and face a night abduction, spent a lot of time adjusting Pluggin at it til I had it, Mastered Hook The land and the air The man in the mirror The jam in ya ear If you aint seen me for a minute its cuz Im somewhere Putting in a whole lotta of motherfucking work , til I got it Mastered The land and the air The man in the mirror The jam in ya ear If you aint seen me for a minute its cuz Im somewhere Putting in a whole lotta of motherfucking work my nigga I put in work, I remember I remember when it hurt From January to December now it’s easy Pretty women on my bed like Ebay Im doin dirt, you motherfuckers aint support that’s why it hurt From January to December now it’s easy Told you I was on, you aint believe me Verse 2 Twalker My momma told me that Im Pac on shrooms This is biggie meets Aliyah, I came out of the womb Be very afraid of what Im cooking up in my room Im bout to columbine every rapper I know soon Screaming I’m the best, but I don’t know Khaled Comparing us? Swear that they don’t know talent Your writtens cant even fuck with my free styling You faggots out here dressing like you got free stylists Park it 106’n, I burn Nixons Presidential shit what you rolling nickels? Flow so cold, package my disc in a winter coat A dap don’t mean you in my winner circle I, pray on beats, this is the jungle Now, pray to me like my album’s the bile Im, God’s son so watch who you cross, Im coming, for your money and your title Will you survive it? Murder… Ya man’s I don’t care, yo I swear on my beard,… we the dopest niggaz here (Hook) Bridge TWalker I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on to Talk my shit, drop my load on and Flip my bed, to do some hoes on and Use your disc to break my weed on in Case you slip your disc on the shit that spit No apologies, I vibe of rivalries Spar with a titan, ya tightest flows just don’t awe me Aw shit Peoplz with Z waking from sleep Verse 3 JPeoplz Like Bin Laden, I’ll blow a few down, Add in some hoes who are down to roll up and blow in the air Yea, blow in the heir cuz we some Princes in here, as we Get super fucking faded like Prince of Bel air, Jazzy Warning you in advance for the sake of your sanitation You put my tape tape in rotation you'll cum in your pants no homo My written text is ecstasy , my records leave a legacy Press eject in that deck or expect a pregnancy, uh oh Im creating life like the father of Jesus Christ Every time I breath in this mic ,a fetus is made A chicken laid, a kitten is sauteed and place in this fried riced And it goes with these rhymes nice, cuz im Feeding general souls of individuals feeling them spiritual lows Broke and the nearest Lowes is a hike And Im lyrical with the mic And identical in the likes of where criminals stay the night Make you spiritual with your life Bars.

lions & lambs Verse 1 Crucifixes rose petals and leaking condoms They killed your daughters and sons Now their confiscating your guns And they’re not the conniving ones, it’s the puppeteers that’s behind them The lies are in the “eye” and we enlightened ones will blind them I want to cry some, why? Cuz Im not entirely sure what’s in store for me Living day to day, in a struggle to crack a smile, it troubles me that happy face Has to be made forcefully, a slave is what you forced to be But that’s the Jedi mind trick that they enforce thee That lying shit, My conviction is the force to me Faith is a life saver, science a light saber I swing them both accordingly, trumpets blowing in orderly fashion Duel wielding in the name of peace on earth, self worth and twenty school children all for the passion the passion, love my country so much, that I’d let it kill me or send me to school and bill me Hook Ive been waiting for the moment when it all comes crashing down, yea Mother f**** don’t know, they don’t even know, they don’t know know now Ignorance is bliss, until they come and break you down Are you standing, or are you lying Are you lambing, or are you lion, yea Verse 2 The propagandas sickening, plots thickening Pop a Ritalin, watch vigilant, cops mingling, drawlin S.W.A.T’s fiddling, tapping phone lines Kidnapping low-life civilians, drug em up, turn em into villains To kill millions Witness the NOW in all its brilliance Plans unfolded and molded by those holdin bill folds that’s loaded with blood coated millions, tactics is Macavillian You don’t believe in higher power? Conspiracies, reptilians and aliens, prolly sound silly then My Transmogrify shit went “overheads” Like the tool that they use to help students prepare for quiz But no amount of studying can stop the bloodying of the hands of your military buddy when the plan is to make oblivion , in pursuit of an Al-Qaeda ruffian, leprechauns, and 9-11 fibs Hook Verse 3 It’s going down like a round of clip Bound to the hip of a hitman, that’s the sound of the click (BANG) Responsible gun holders, shouldering empty holsters Cant even go toe to toe with some jokers toting a toaster muh f**** Theres more security in a social security number So insecure when we went to go see Django Not because of the anglo-saxons that’s sitting next to us But because of the angle and distance from where the exits was Don’t need a machine but, being facetious and a freedom of speech will Get you machine gun-butted Be wary of butting heads with that buddy cop You’re a budding rebel Study not the ways of, starting trouble Just stand your ground Get a camera, pan it round in America Don’t panic now, that’s amateur Keep your hammer on hand with ya And you clan or your fam with ya In the land of the damned is ya, Lion or lamb, lying or standing, I’ll stand with ya

Youth There’s thirty thousand women in this b*** I’ll prolly leave here with one I make some decent f**** pocket change for my age, for my a** not to have fun I got pride in my youth That’s why we live life crazy N**** dying everyday my age but that s*** don’t faze me Old head chill, my n*** don’t play me Im ahead of my time, and Im way ahead of yours But I still like to play with my toys My car go vroom n**** Bought a mustang and cant drive a stick yo Cali edition, no one had around here so yea I needed that s*** yo Student loans, 1200 dollar sneaker, phone bills and rent yo Put a hold on them loans, went home with them kicks, that’s money well spent yo We be, f** up our lungs, f* f* up our lungs We can handle it we’re young, stop f* up my fun You a uncle, you a nun, buckle up Im doing one Hundred miles past my neighbor Justin Bieber , boy Something bout my age yo Its something bout my age Make me reckless makes me rage yo, its something bout my age yo They call us future leaders, if that’s true then you sir need us And they aint try-believers but we chiefers I got pride in my youth That’s why we live life crazy N**** dying everyday my age but that s*** don’t faze me Old head chill, my n*** don’t play me Im ahead of my time, and Im way ahead of yours But I still like to make a lot of noise My system go boom n**** boom n**** boom bap boom n**** vroom n*** yea it still go vroom n***, vroom n*** boom bap vroom n*** vroom n****

Flying Limo Intro (Lost one) I don’t know about you But all I want to do is chill, and smoke I like the idea of world peace But I also like the idea of sitting, in my car Flying, flying, flying I like the idea, of smoking in my limousine x2 Verse 1 I saw…my curtain rods turn to gold My window into a flat screen White pillow into some bad hoes, Light feathers to heavy asses, black queens My bed into a low rider , same hoes inside it listening to Flo-Rida I asked her where we going baby She said akuna-matata I fell into my seat, that shit engulfed me, Comfort level through the roof though Large fry and a strawberry frosty, and my company was the truth yo Uh huh I swear it was Cuz where was we was, was where it was Niggaz light years away from us was feeding off the buzz, and I knew this all because yesterday after work Hook I went home and I smoked a whole ounce Yea I had a long day yo On my mind the whole time driving home from work, And that’s a long way yo Kicked off my shoes, and laid back That was the routine yo, Flying limousines, but this aint in yo dreams Let me tell you what I seen yo Lawd Verse 2 Vacation spots, and Xboxes All in an orbit full of shit I like I'm falling forward toward satellite I'm falling for it cause the pull is like Jedi Knight with a devil-like influence but When you out of your outbox your sinning’s irrelevant the Element that we relish is color of jealous-ness if Heaven is this developed , that proves that this shits a gift from a Area where the air is airier, and this grass is everywhere Leather ass interior in my whip Rear view mirror on dip to get clearer view of them hips As she dances in my limo in limbo and yea we lit I swear we was Cuz where we was, was up above So hi, every person on your planet said what up And I knew this all because, yesterday after work Hook Verse 3 I feel like obi-wan Kenobi after ODing the codeine Holding onto Kobe’s wife, and we acting bad, Dolemite And I'm with my COTA homies right Wawa hoagie, soda, Sprite Honestly I aint tha good at rolling Keep that spare, and I’ll keep on bowling And I know that my music’s been full of usage of drugs Abuse of the liver and lungs, My youth as a sinner it comes out While I’m writing about my bout with the titan called human nature It’s easier to escape to a place that we all relate to I swear it is, If you agree, then smoke with me, those who don’t That s*** cool, wait outside my limousine As I finish up this dream, so I can tell you what I've seen

Verse If I remember correctly we met at work She was sitting, beautiful, in her prison-like cubicle I want to free her without risking my career though And I really want her number but… I don’t wanna push it like cuticle, that’s the rule of thumb I gotta find a more suitable way of staying un-der the radar of my supervisors and fellow hun-ters Its way hard when supervisors are fellow hunters I may borrow her stapler just to get attention The tension is rising the closer I get with inch and Did I mention her eyes are The Most High’s greatest invention? Im pinching my thigh, to bring me back to reality …I Forgot what I came for, so I settle with a hi and bye Its day four and we still don’t see eye to eye I’ll pay for it in the form of Lack of sleep… Tired like back of jeep… I got a crush yo Hook Yea up in the work place And Im addicted to the rush yo I knew better in the first place I knew I would start wanting more more more Of all things that adore uh oh Im in the work place Caught up in the worst way Lawd Verse 2 If I remember correctly I got her friend to Recommend me the second the topic of men would enter Conversation anxious to get a place in her brain so Maybe them face to face confrontations wasn’t in vain yo Maybe she can place such a handsome face to a name or… Maybe she erased me and chalked me up as a lame for… Asking for a stapler in a room full of staplers Ima be late for work, I’ll just wait and do paper work so I.. Proceed to my desk job And who I see at my desk yaw? The bad jawn’s friend with a grin She said “Her first break is at 10 holler then, but whoa… Pump breaks, careful how you spend, them lunch breaks, Get my girl caught up in the wind… I’ll punch break, nose, every meeting we attend Hopefully we meet again, yea, hopefully as friends I gotta crush yo Bridge Look look, working all day, work and no play in the workplace that makes For a long day, hair long legs lookin real nice in that skirt yikes Think I fell in love with you, I think I fell in love with you When you walked… When you walked by When you walked, When you walked When you walked by x2 Verse 3 If I remember correctly she was a smoker But not of cigarettes , not a toker, she was a looker It’s 9:55 she prolly back in the lobby Wouldn’t at all surprised me if she had a couple colleges with her Pitter patting my heart’s racing Im facing her Got so much faith in my game that start to pray for her Deal lord what I’m bout to do to her, Brighten up her life, bring something new to her Hello my name is Peoplz I believe we met two-or… Three different times, I sit behind ya next two-the… Printer your center of attention yes you-are… And I would like to take you the best rest-aurant… On your hour break so we can stress less, you’re not… Single are ya? If are then praise the sun, see… You can get fired in more ways than one But I aint worried bout the fire with the flamest one I gotta crush yo

Put yo hands in the mother fuckin sky if you chillin with ya peoples And you mother fuckin high If a nigga says calm down, you ask that nigga why, then you push em Down the stairs and hope that mother fucker dies Cuz you chillin with ya peoples and its like that You had long shitty day, you want ya life back How convenient Im having a little get together come and situate your mind, get your shit together Verse 1 When I’m not alone, Im chillin wit my peoples like my alias Shit loads of pizza, alcohol, card games, beer pong illegal substances no police sir you’ll leave in one piece if you come in peace like aliens bro what you inhaling in yo? May I partake? endorphins got me morphing, how much more can human hearts take faded off the liquor, glad I made it out my zipper gotta piss, party’s fucking off the Richters like my hart rate. Thats the sound of my night record this shit so we can form a video of highlights And post that shit on youtube watch me bust these new moves they hate it when I do that cuz I steal the show like Hulu Young, black and restless drunk, smash and and headless lungs black and breathless punks acting wreck-less looking for a good time Posted that on Craigslist invited all my peoples just make sure yu bring a keg bitch homie cuz we partying, Bacardi in some red cups already recording and exporting to the web uh huh so dont you get to sober it aint over dont you let up baby dont you fumble, dont you stumble girl you get up keep it, keep it, pouring keepi it coming til i’m fed up everyone take shots, be like Pac, keep ya head up here's a toast to the weekend motha fucka Im with my peoples motha fucka Hook When Im not at home im chillin with peoples and we get wild and we get loud as fuck we live for the present cuz the future dont exist but tomorrow’s gonna hate me like a red headed stepchild but for the time being , im sittin in a room full of strange human beings biting on the shrooms that make the night at the museum feel like thats what Im seeing tell JPeoplz holler at me when you see em surrounded by my brotherhood of misunderstood hooded brothers from another enjoying good times in era that resides in the gutter majority is trash but Ifound some rolling papers in the clutter Sutter Home in the cupboard, in the comfort in the cut with a couple jawns pouring souther comfort in my cup thanks While a nigga waiting for his turn at 2k but while I wait I party like my last day is today

Hard Liquor Who the f*** wanna die when the night’s young Some wanna get **** **** a nice **** Some wanna roll out, hit your right lung Make your life done, some go into the club Looking for some love from the right one Or a night stand with a tight jawn Play your cards, play it smart when the lights dim And pray to God, pray to Lord, and the bright sun Cuz there’s always that n*** with a tucked g** who wants to hit The man with the mic and his hype man So baby girl come chill with me while im breathing uh huh Have a sip of this and enjoy your evening Live it like my last meaning ima live it fast Meaning ima have blast, meaning ima have a glass Or a bottle of that good sh***, balling off the tab Yea im drawling cuz im falling, why you calling me a cab? Ima die tonight baby Glad im not a dad though Call me John Doe, price tags on toe Meaning ima foot the bill, cuz a n** in his bag yo Reach a better place in that strawberry coffin They screaming out Yo-lo This **** got me Ye-hi Im trying to find the common ground I spot a dime with almond brown Skin, with her friends, and she giving me the stray eye Maybe I should swing by, say hi Se’la’vie That’s the motto Some find it in the bible Some find it in a model or a bottle Some find it in an automatic rifle with a blindfold With 99 problems and a life aint one Thats why we party hard as f**** cuz tonight aint done Fat lady in the club and she might sing me something I see her warming up her vocal chords, yea And some f*** that don’t like me, and they blocking both the doors So I pour shots for everyone I wronged And toast to a good life, sing a little song Opposed to the hood life, I figured it be long but… N*** want you gone, when you on and you doing good Its all good cuz I’m lit like a bomb-omb on a bong, flying If I get hit then I know where Im going like a Tom-Tom, fine But not before a cold Blue Moon with a lime upon there Padapa-pom-pom yea Padapa-pom-pom is the beat that my heart be drumming on With a sudden coming on of adrenaline tryna find my zone so, turn the lights off on the ambulance I aint worried bout surviving, Im just tryna chill n vibe with my concubine She compliments me, that’s my comfort dime N* be fully armed with hammers under their arms or under their Under armour undergarments to harm ya In the audience to round of a-f****-plaus ya Another round from the bar will Get me to where I wanna be Right where I wanna be x3 Right where I wanna, Right where I wanna, Right where I wanna N* be fully armed with hammers under their arms or under their Under armour undergarments to harm ya In the audience to round of a-f****-plaus ya Another round from the bar will Get me to where I wanna be Right where I wanna be x3 Right where I wanna, Right where I wanna, Right where I wanna Live it like my last x3 If I said I f*** love you I was lying out my a*** Lying out my a*** Lying on this mother* couch thinking bout the first time I found Jesus And I lived a good life And there no better way, than to end it at the bar With some hard liquor, hardy hardy hardy harrrr Ima die tonight baby Live it like my last x3 If I said I’d see you later I was lying out my a*** Lying out my a*** Lying on this bathroom floor, listening to Yeezus And I lived a good life And there no better way, than to end it at the bar With some hard liquor, hardy hardy hardy harrrr n*** oh

Verse Uno Taste of my voice, and lay the rest of the noise to the wayside Clear mind, clear conscious Im speaking to the Universe, with uno verse, From Bruno Mars to Jupiter It’s directed to everywhere, clear compass It’s clear comp has, cleared canvas Cuz I don’t see it, either that or I have a scratch on my clear contacts They well aware that this s*** tight here aint a fair contest Compare and contrast, contrary to shear context The conten they they laying you cant lay in The context Im reading f*** family can breed in….its complex Oh and the rents due I rent sure for an hour to vent WOOO Started at 5:30 Im clearly the s*** hands down That’s what the clock says.. And the power of the pen is, very very valuable That’s what the Rock says I stare into the… Sun Verse 2 Im off the wall like that Kanye West single I don’t give a f**** like a Christian on Christian Mingle Quest, your sister single? She show the crew love We laughing out loud, we like you brothers in lols Rise and shine and listen as I Devise a rhyme to christen your mind, A saltine and the sip of the wine yummy I eat bodies Assuming it’s a communion when Im consuming a human I tip with my tithe money, don’t f*** up the vibe honey I’m chiefing with my peoples don’t f**** up the tribe honey When Im done I’ll kick it with you Im loving them thighs Chun-Li Praise the son, I love when the skies sunny I love the disguise dummy But P*** cant hide from me, Theres an all seeing eye in my draws, now face judgment Some n**** scared of the judgment they run from it My father knows what I’v don’t cuz Im staring square in the..Sun Outro Eyes up I got my hands on the ground I show you where the tears come down, come down Eyes up I got my hands on the ground I show you where the tears come down, come down