BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Addict?
- Ayo, Look
- I Heard them haters Talk
- But honestly they're Not on my level jus yet Dogg
- You Gotta Lose A Tiny little Piece of Yourself, To find your Self worth Dogg
- Cept, For These Cursed walls
- Ain't got Nothin but closed curtains on em
- I'm closed off, Raw
- Lily I'm Smokin on These Happy Tree's Most Happily, like I'm Bob Ross
- I'm that Lit Ma
- I'm Like fine linen CLOTH, thats been finely Stretched around Your arms, an into a Knot
- So Give Me a Prop
- Y'all Muthafuckers know what time it is, But in case not,
- You Best get ta Checkin Your wrist watch
- Tick Tock
- I got These Swiss Bars, Lip balm, and a Skinny Blonde, I mean Megan Fox
- Fuck Writers Block!
- Jay The odds of me Becomin a ticking Time Bomb, One in a million words Lyrics an Epsilon
- Im the bomb,
- I might just blow up like a Wizard, But be Calm, cuz my Lyrics are quickly Becomin Known as a Phenomenon,
- With Balls Larger than King Kongs,
- Don You Wanna Ring the Alarm on These Bars, but I insist that you Keep Strong,
- Suave, an keep sipin from This fine wine, like you was Don Juan
- Mom, I've Taken too many Pills, the world insists that im Gone, Lost
- Hey John, on stilts, Ive walked, Crawled even Jumped off these Cliffs,
- Fallin, stalled, dropped, Pissed thrown up bits of Vinegar from the Highest Bluffs
- Even Targeted Concrete Walls, Bars!
- Now i reach for the Stars,
- The reasons why I scribble write with these little Droplets of Blood, opposed to Heart,
- is ta give to it an Addicts Touch,
- Street smarts, with Harsh Thoughts
- So If your an Addict then please Stand Up, an See me from your Fogged up Attic's Window, an Throw Them X's Up
- My Doggs, Throw Them Pilots Up, if I'm givin you Goosebumps, Dogg, Hold Your Bic Lighters up in the air an hold em straight up,
- Let your hair sit up, while you smoke with me, for the first time, on this Gold Laced Blunt
- Cuz Lately bruh, I been Ignitin Your fireplace Duct, Like i been sent Staright from outerSpace Bruh
- Coal, im cold, Nates been chillin in This infernal place for way too damn long Bro
- Bruh, They gonn say that I'm on one, on drugs, but I'm not, its just me,
- The Prodigal Son, Signing off, this One last Time Bro, uhhh!
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