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Coming to the right
Spittin' up them rhymes
In the shit faced, lost track of my mind
Shots go down at quick pace, Ciroc's at all times
Every night's repeat, you got yours I got
Coming to the right
Spittin' up dope rhymes
In the club shit faced, lost track of my
go down at quick pace, Ciroc chilled at all times
Every night's repeat, you got yours I got

1 - Joe Shambo
Just cruising in the car with blunts and too
Yeah, this may all familiar
'Cause what we always do
stray too far from staying young, that is the attitude
It's why we living the same and that's the virtue
You so certain why we've made the moves
mental pictures, the predictions one day
We'll all be dead of an affliction
But searching, trying to find the man
But he is just a corpse, and now he's
And now about to make the most, of his chance
At second glance, when nothing's really at all
I'm the same, it's what's inside
That makes the human all, it's make believe
But you and me just go to my car
And go away, escape the daily, the only limit the
You've been the kerosene, I am the light
We are a match, it's picture
But our chemistry just going to last
Because apart, we have the
To provide things, but when you're with me
a spark that ignites self induced bombings

[Verse: 2 -
Every one hold up cup
you know we made it, I might kiss the sky
The skyline lights off of my limo painted
Black, everything black Italian windows tinted
Glisten off my wrist
It's just a about that life we living
You know I it, I'm going to win it
Express delivered, city's on it's
I that purple through that double zipper
to you soon, no backpack or an era fitted
Still littered illicit shit bitch
'Cause I like things that are
So it's a crime, unique as rarest of wine
Sativa greener Greenpeace
I'm smoking as the tides
Don't lie, no other guy rise
And take you as high up to this occasion I
So let's have a to the night
'Cause I'm a, a big
Head who'll push further
Canadian kid with pen to commit murder
No you handle this heat
You're not the of learner
I'm six shots on the table bitch
Don't need a burner
'Cause I'm within these confines
are in my mind, a lyrical mine
Spittin' up the an platinum that I might find
Taking by storm, let's make this place look alive
Just give me till nine, you can bet your we'll do it right
'Cause you truly know
When I've tripped off to blow
Amount of times stopped myself
I'm God only knows
Should I go slow, my ego
Maybe out and compose
Fucking joke, I'm the bomb I'm blowing up like C4

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