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Pretty Things I M Keeping

his mouth is filled with dirt. Your mother played the actress, Danced behind her rainbow fence, In hotel room dark you watched her, Working late to pay the rent. Keeping

the middle of that peril I'm still rocking new apparel I just left the casino, I got money by the barrels I feel like I'm Al Pacino I'm counting Robert

's buy a place with all kind of space I let you be the judge and I'm the case I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder She

to cruise Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high A brother needs space like a vacant lot I'm lookin

And I think I have the key to her secret garden When I seen her, I used to want to beg her pardon But I was scared, I ain't really have the heart And

it's on, the shots flowin' through your head I been rich, I been poor, I saved and blown bread Some say I been here before because of the way I zone

out in Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty and I'm filthy, c'mon Make this

't tryin' to go home wit ya number, y'know what I'm sayin? I'm tryin' to go home wit you Can't fuck a phone number, ya know what I'm sayin? Straight up

I hate the homecoming queen I'm pretty damn sure that she can't stand me She thinks she's on the cover of a magazine I hate the homecoming queen I hate