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And I'm a on one more note
One more note
like this... Look at him

I ain't been here in a
Cut the lights off I feel right now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on to let them know their foresights wrong
Where this going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls love me like 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 just a lotta
He to send them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly have predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of is a officially gone
Up into the air all the smoke the swisha is blown
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator alone
I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but never coming round
I got pent house I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my balcony is
And wifey's (Bitches)
But over (Her)
Cause under (Nothin)
My is such a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to go jus what I prefer
And do not disagree with me best you jus concur
I'm a legend with a legacy that can't but survive
Even when I fuckin die gonna bury me Alive...

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

O.D. O.D everybody me

McCoy:]
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry tiny violins
In my best mode the pesmote the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when blind is like the motherfuckin Watts riots pouring out my pen
Iight dam be I'm a get back
Gentleman a superlative use of syntax
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib without xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my name is Travie and I'm a
Told'em all these is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for real without the brain
Super trooper a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya fine and man
Check his vital signs peeping off the meter man
I'm a live forever in with Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a pull a Amy
Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls 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 my niggas 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 here
is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the we good

It's

O.D. O.D know me

Factz:]
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you won't to ask for refer
If the things that I seen my Prada frames got me paid
Watch me mane I'm slave with this Rocky chain
I got I got my fames cluttered this bud
And this name of it is and it's all up in my blood
Tyna suppress the too feeling 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
Leaving with a bruise then I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax city take crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine the queen
Sniff the white horse of and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna my high on life... (Then let'em dream)
Gotta catch the on my flight
First class known of the aroma of the smoker
Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it's over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing 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 flip to rehab

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

O.D. O.D everybody me