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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 here in a
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 with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just 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 me like Seth Cohen,
So get a grip get a pour the X. O. in
I did want one these niggas to say I'm not the same
Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a
And rest in to Pimp C life is not a game,
Taking over the no pinky just a lotta Brain
He bout to them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of judgment is a officially
Up the air all the smoke from 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 down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round
I got pent house walls I stay high your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And wifey's (Bitches)
But moneys (Her)
money's 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 it's best you jus
I'm a with a legacy that can't help but survive
Even when I die they gonna bury me Alive...

And I'm so
I my niggas from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood with all the
Jesus my straight no creases
P 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

[Travis
Oh no Travie on life again... (Wow)
Feel I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I cry like tiny violins
In my mode the pesmote enjoy 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 but I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my water... (Nope)
my name is Travie and I'm a life-aholic
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 the candy brain
Super trooper a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya fine and man
Check his signs they peeping off the meter man
I'm a live forever in Neverland Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a a Amy Winehouse
Sipping Purple Rain with Jane girls in my house... (My House)
I'm a see ya when I get there
Until then hold me like gravity it's Travie... Uno... Easy

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

Mickey

O.D. O.D know me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody please pass the
So if I comatose tonight you won't to ask for refer
If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave with Rocky chain
I got I got my fames cluttered with bud
And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my
suppress the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex like I'm Hugh Heff
other night I need a blue net for group sex
Leaving with a bruise neck then I whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line is new fax city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine 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 on my flight
First class known of the aroma of the smoker
Got me a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out with celebrities every drug house
So when you remember me say that I was out... (Mickey what 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 niggas the hood to the beaches
I'm living gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my money straight no
P P Peep
We got over here
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 know me