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hoodielando - t-town tnt lyrics

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zipping out the door, hoping that i’m fly today

quick intrusive thought. that’s something that a fly would say

i’m in the school of thought i’m hoping mine don’t fly away

i treated school in youth like i ain’t got the time a day

the youthful days of yor when you exploring was so common place

maybe i’m close minded, remind myself it’s not a race

i might just need a lot of sp+ce, a cottage in the woods

get a honey with some drip a shawty with some goods

jogging out the door. i’m being me not them today

quick intrusive thought, i’m acting like i’m him okay

i’m protesting in peace up in the streets like dr.mlk
i’d hate to grab the piece and let a squeeze mess up a peaceful day

i’m feeling like the map, they look to me to find a way

they feel like they’re without, i’m hoping to accommodate

that life insurance cost could save me from a rhymers fate of wealth just getting lost and debts that tend to congregate

walking through the door, i ain’t got the time to waste

quick intrusive thought i’m moving at a minor pace

the words that i implore are nothing more than find it copy, paste

the feeling that the world’s okay with you having your mind erased

we say the same things, no matter how it’s getting phrased

we act like play things, when we want are things to be appraised
i don’t chase dreams, i just chase outcomes

if x marks the spot then my only fate is malcolm’s

slipping out the door, hoping i ain’t seen today

quick intrusive thought, i hope i die the cleanest way

you either do or not, but only god can see today

i’d rather sit and rot than be a bot and go the evil way

that t+town tnt that i bought to blow up evils face

could reach my people unlike i thought and now i feel disgrace

i ask the lord to heal this place

i ask the lord to fill these plates

then praise him even though i wanna ask the lord to k!ll these snakes

looking out the door, peaking at the common fray

quick intrusive thought, that’s were you’d find the common prey

where a man won’t be caught is where you’ll find a boy go andalé

the homies give him concentrates and now your boy won’t concentrate

my fees remain a constant rate

the devil aims to constipate

i work where he can’t operate and drew the line don’t cross the paint

man i bet the devil never knew that he would cross a saint

- hoodielando lyrics

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