I'll admit it I was drug dealing
I'll admit it I was cold heart feeling
But warm heart wanting
What's a hole to a pocket
What's a man if he never really break


Under sun where the sky hang low
But the fruits way high and the trees don't grow
Where every door open or every door closed
And everybody goin so the goin way slow


I'll admit it I'm the man of the hour
I'll admit it I ain't in that hour
I was ready when the wave was a cloud
I'm still bout it I ain't askin how


I see you lookin through that telescope
You see me livin in a shroud of smoke
I see you lookin with your lookin ass
Born in Coral Springs say you from Brooklyn ass


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I'm mr first place whatever I ain't really give a fuck
I'm mr worst case what up now I invented this luck
I'm bout to ball let the word down I been holdin it up
And if it fall and it's broken that just open it up
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And the arm will be in place
And the head will be in place
And the leg will be in place
When you are born
And the arm turn to a place
And the head turn to a place
And the leg turn to a place
When you move on


I'm just a boy from a small town
I Turn round head back to my small town
But not without what I came for
make a bitch pay and I bet the work pay more


First things first I'm puttin switches on the hearse
Second things first boy I'm dyin off this curse
Stay wet I be drinking
Water I be thinking bout my next drink


Next drink


Ten toes
Down on the nose
What you know bout that
Surfer rosa flow
Dog it's gigantic
Dog it's gigantic
Dog it's gigantic
It's really big


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I'm mr first place whatever I ain't really give a fuck
I'm mr worst case what up now I invented this luck
I'm bout to ball let the word down I been holdin it up
And if it fall and it's broken that just open it up