i know how it feels to be so lost you don’t know where you’re going

actin like you tryna crash, you ain’t crash yet

joejoe ran inside my crib but the glock 10 was by the bed, i’ll give my gun to damien before i put it in your hand

what’s the word, what’s the haps

fuck a shoulder, double cup is what i lean on

can’t believe it

you remind me of a lot of things, martin & gina, my iliad and odyssey

ts merched

for your sake, i wouldn’t risk it

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i don’t need no barstool