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

I been here in a minute
Cut the lights off I feel fantastic now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong
Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, 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 one these niggas to say that I'm not the same
Pick a road cause where you is not a lane
And rest in to Pimp C life is not a game,
Taking over the no pinky just a lotta Brain
He bout to send them the that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly have predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of judgment is a gone
Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in elevator zone alone
I'm up so high I'm never 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)
money's under (Nothin)
My life is a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to go it's jus what I
And do not disagree with me it's you jus concur
I'm a with a legacy that can't help but survive
Even when I fuckin die they bury me Alive...

And I'm so
I brought my niggas from the to the beaches
I'm living good wood with all the features
Jesus my money no creases
P 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 floor we

O.D. O.D know me

[Travis
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
like I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry like violins
In my best the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how every blind is like the motherfuckin Watts riots pouring out my pen
Iight dam be I'm a get back
Gentleman with a use of syntax
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib some 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 alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my cane
Worn without the other so for real without the 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 peeping off the man
I'm a live forever in Neverland Peter Pan
Fuck pulling the out
I'm a pull a Amy
Sipping Purple Rain with Mary girls in my house... (My House)
I'm a see ya when I get there
Until then hold me down like gravity it's Travie... Uno...

And I'm so
I brought my niggas from the to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood all the features
Jesus my money straight no
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 floor we

Mickey

O.D. O.D everybody me

Factz:]
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life please pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you won't have to ask for
If the things I seen through my Prada frames got me paid
Watch me mane I'm cocky with this Rocky chain
I got I got my cluttered with this bud
And this name of it is Fame and all up in my blood
Tyna the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex living like I'm Hugh
Every other I need a blue net for group sex
Leaving with a neck then I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax city this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm fuck the queen
Sniff the horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna match my high on life... (Then dream)
Gotta catch the spot on my
First class of the aroma of the smoker life
Got me like a stoner, a but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out celebrities from every drug house
So you remember me say that I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green I'm a O.D. so flip going to rehab

And I'm so
I brought my niggas 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 there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the floor we

O.D. O.D everybody me