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And I'm a leave on one more
One motherfuckin note
It's like this... at him

I ain't been in a minute
Cut the lights off I fantastic right now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their wrong
Where this rapper going that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
O D.
O. D. know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls love me Seth Cohen,
So get a grip get a pour the X. O. in
I did want one these niggas to say that I'm not the
Pick a road where you drivin is not a lane
And rest in to Pimp C life is not a game,
Taking over the world no pinky a lotta Brain
He bout to send them the that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could have I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of is a officially gone
Up the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown
Ahh... I'm grown I'm I'm living in this elevator zone alone
I'm up so I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round
I got house walls I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And over (Bitches)
But over (Her)
Cause under (Nothin)
My is such a (Blur)
not the way it has to go it's jus what I prefer
And do not disagree with me it's best you jus
I'm a legend with a that can't help but survive
Even when I fuckin die gonna bury me Alive...

And I'm so
I brought my niggas the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood with all the
Jesus my straight no creases
P P P Peep
We got bottles here
is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the we good

O.D. O.D know me

McCoy:]
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So I wanna cry like tiny violins
In my best mode the enjoy the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the motherfuckin riots pouring out my pen
dam be easy I'm a get back
Gentleman with a superlative use of
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't the crib without some xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my name is Travie and I'm a
Told'em all these beats is like the to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my wearing stripes on my candy cane
Worn the other so for real without the candy brain
Super trooper like a gun in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya and dandy man
Check his vital signs they off the meter man
I'm a live forever in Neverland with Pan
Fuck pulling the out
I'm a a Amy Winehouse
Sipping Purple Rain with Mary Jane in my house... (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya I get there
Until then hold me down like it's Travie... Uno... Easy

And I'm so
I brought my niggas from the hood to the
I'm living good gripping with all the features
Jesus my money straight no
P P Peep
We got bottles over
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
over there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the floor we

Mickey

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life please pass the weed
So if I comatose you won't have to ask for refer
If the things that I seen my Prada frames got me paid
Watch me I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain
I got I got my fames with this bud
And this of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood
Tyna suppress the too fresh I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex like I'm Hugh Heff
Every night I need a blue net for group sex
with a bruise neck then I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax city take this crack ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen
Sniff the white of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna match my high on life... (Then dream)
catch the spot on my flight
First class known of the aroma of the life
Got me a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out celebrities from every drug house
So when you remember me say that I was strung out... (Mickey you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash I'm a O.D. so going to rehab

And I'm so
I brought my from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood all the features
Jesus my money no creases
P P this
We got bottles over
is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
on the floor we good

O.D. O.D everybody me