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This one is dedicated to the ones
Not the playing dead messing with my head
X amount of action, X amount of
For years I tell you the same

already to the bored of it all type, lingo
That I'm seein' every night I'm out
head for it but your's gets busted
Right back lip and

I up but I got back tryin'
Don't bother 'bout constant disappointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a
And you're unmotivated, faded
But the is not so, get on with what you got

Remember Lady of Guadeloupe, the my mother made mole
mass we would get home, the girls are runnin' to the phone
And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record
Was we're in love together

At the I never realized how songs haunted
The ones I heard I played because I wanted
Drawin' on my wall from time to coolin'
Makin' creatures come alive no schoolin'

I'm on the microphone
The method I make is much patience
The that I make is much patience
I'm for the beat and then I make sense

comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue
Ain't in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude
Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Joy, I tell ya
is a tribute

No one looks as as the excitable ones
But then again no one that has this much fun
X amount of action, X of games
For years again I you the same

Once I met a man who made no mistakes
He never bet on a long shot and he never bet on a break and
He's and talks gossip galore
But the dude was such a bore, hear me now

I messed up but I got trying
Don't lying 'bout constant disappointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit on a front
Yeah, unmotivated, sorta
But the real man is not the one hiding behind the

Time travelin' through my
There's a younger dough gazin' at the
Space trippin' of the stars
Searchin' for from Neptune and Mars

Ode to an alien, I know you're out
Cosmic, lonely tell me if you care
I'm listening for your sound, on the ground
I'm listening for your sound, on the ground

When I'm on the
The method I make is much patience
The method I make is much patience
I'm for the beat and then I make sense

Ain't comin' in hot, you definitely got no clue
Ain't in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude
Boy, coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya
is a tribute

I'm many mofos but I'm wishing you the best
I keep half my lyrics and I throw out the rest
fly on by, you can if you want to
The that makes sense is patience