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1. |
Too Many[Intro]
06:12
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(Verse1)
I lost too many friends ...Nigga switched but the bitches pulled up/
Trying fit 2 in this Benz I need you and your friend/
She a red bone but her friend is so foreign only clothing lines that she know/
Is imported, I'm feeling oh so important/
I remember in Henderson when Flawless and Solo recorded/
Nacierma Scheme dropped and genre I'm on been distorted and still the bros still gone report it/
Wont even window shop if too many folks can afford it/
Put it all in tummy till her center fold like most of the hoes that I courted. Corina so gorgeous/
I pulled K'sea, then they saw Klo, gave em the glow/
Had niggas like yo bro is retarded ... Ya'll niggas don't know what ya'll started/
Niggas gone copy till they get kink wholes from the carbon/
Went from putting grass in the wind to blowing the garden/
I remember nights when I would go starving, sharp as ever you can tell in the quotes that I'm carving/
Just for my foes, this 4 I'ma spark it. You fuck niggas all belong in a coffin/
Bad yellow bitch and 10k what the ticket read for a walk in/
5 each for the broads that brought in for interruption me loading the Larkin/
Remember when it was the 2 of us/
Had to curve all the chicks niggas flipped on the tour bus/
My baby momma so lit, I wish there was two of her, if memories don't die/
I'm just waiting to see what all this pain is gone do to us. They don't make niggas true as us/
I been all in my zone, don't remember the names of most of these bitches/
Still calling me, ain't think I'd hang up, but its all in my tone like/
Top down top, down, Tom Ford wardrobe/
My straps more chrome, Iraq war zones/
I lost too many friends, made too many enemies/
I see through what niggas pretend to be, so when I'm up, that's when the fakers befriended me/
Eating lobster and shrimp with a bitch from the Philippines was all in her thong/
Was gone by the morn and she all in my phone saying do you remember me, NA/
The last one to want bad for you should be the first one to fear/
How many times I done rolled outta bed and decided to write the verse of the year?/
I don't know how niggas still judge when the verdict is clear/
Being too famous is fuck shit & being too real is my burden to bear, we working this year
(Verse 2)
I lost too many friends, a nigga got to many exes/
I breaks my heart to break they hearts and admit I still flex with em/
All and still feel I mesh with em all/
Made a mess of it all cause I .../
Wont lie I slide if they message or call/
Pull up and go right back to making a mess of it all/
I guess, I confess I'm a dog/
Deserving to be stuck in this position for the way I still mess with ya hearts/
It's probably why we got left in the dark/
Even though it was always me it who said he wanted the best for you from the start/
I lost to many friends, failed at to many things/
Blamed the state if the game for mission at too many rings/
Too many stories about my pain, shit just too many things/
Too much of me is in Memoirs II, dog. To memories ...
(Verse3)
Probably gone lose even more friends trying to getting the bucks up/
When Uncle Joe retired, he left me to pick the fuck/
Realest rhyming, bars, and still player when they stuck up/
Rolling the window down yelling ma hurry the fuck up/
They got my talent confused with dumb luck, like I ain't raw/
Well sir come size me up and see I'm uncut/
Been the Villain forever and comfortable with the image/
They let the season pass, so I wont come to do just a scrimmage/
I'm amused with the shit I been in/
Still sipping this booze till deal with women dipping/
I see niggas confused with how the kid is living, a nigga tripping/
Gripping this pin, letting it bleed, I might finally let it be cause I/
Gave so much to people I ain't got a lot left for me/
Thought falling back from battle bars to emotional music/
Would equal longevity but it instead wit me/
I end up talking to people on these songs cause they deaded me/
Things I say to them in person, now only get said to beats/
A younger angry Trey would say they dead to me/
He probably hurt every person that ever cared for me, comparably/
They were the catalyst to why my head is so heavily/
Sitting, as I revisit all the things that been stressing me/
Scrolling through long texts and things that was said to me/
Like there's no way the person described in what I read is me/
Dejectedly, rejecting the message like they never F'd with me at all/
... for better or worse sounds like a lie/
Tried talking to god and discovered even he Allah/
He'll die demonized for what I be sober talkin/
Still living this life like I don't know my options/
Broken promise after broken promise/
Its my fault for being hurt because they won't be honest, then fuck it/
This is life, momma said, no wonder I don't want this shit/
Laughing cause I really loved this bitch/
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2. |
Said It Now
03:52
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(Verse1)
Sometimes I cant sleep, eyes started watering just from me sayin that/
aint far enough in the verse to take it back so fuck it/
I been discussion my exes for what, like 6 years now?/
If I never cried for em, they gone get tears now cause/
If Ima be famous its gone be for lovin em/
And failing at being more than a nigga who fuckin em/
I did more than I could afford to make em feel adored, and get ignored/
Took a lot of shit for granted but can't miss it till its gone/
So now I'm up smokin, pumpin old Joe shit/
Feelin like aint a soul in life I can be close wit/
Amy's the only name I ever mentioned in a record/
That never did me greezy, hope my nigga never leaves me/
And I can honestly say that's where most static lives/
Petty feelings of abandonment been havin it/
Since I was just a kid devoping bad habbits and/
Heart damaged it got a nigga shook to share again/
(Hook)
Maybe I was wrong but I done said it now/
Dont know why I had the gall but I said it now/
Been fucked up for so long, tryna settle down/
Now everything I loved is gone from what I said and now/
They just movin on and we deaded now/
I guess Ima dog for what they said around/
Swore they never meant me harm but they done said it now/
Ain't have to put it in these songs but I said it now/
(Verse 2)
I remember when they said it was love/
All them dreams that they sold when they swear it was us/
You see the pain when you stair in a thugs eye. They want lies/
So I never answered to where is the trust/
I been smokin, drankin, wearin the snub/
Wit my niggas peepin all the bitches stairin at us/
Ain't a drop of fear in the blood/
They asked for them shoes, bet it feel funny when they wearin em huh/
The feelin do compare to a drug, I felt high/
Whenever i would tell you the truth, you felt lied/
Murdering us. Funny they felt so hurt and disgust/
Cause it hurts knowin that's how they took my version if love, I cared/
Having to face all the feelins I had dormant/
With a pen and pad forming, the thoughts I always bottle up/
Turning my bottle up ... honestly, trash for it/
Cause I'ma still give somebody the world, when she ask for it
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3. |
Dreamer[Interlude]
02:26
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I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven/
Changed my mind and put my woman in a lexus/
Lord forgive me for the clouds in my mind/
But its hard to see with all the clouds in the sky/
Been left dead by people I thought were my niggas/
Said they backs they had they eye out for my figures/
Women do me the worst and I always forgive em/
Sell me the dream and I always end up spendin/
They told me that I/
They told me I could have the whole mufuckin world one day/
And so I, yeah/
I made it my plan to make it real one day/
They don't wanna see the rain/
And when your dream is to be a god/
They don't wanna see you reign, no/
Until they've seen everything unfold/
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4. |
Feel4U
02:31
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(Chrous)
I can't catch No feelings for you
I can't pull up, drop the ceiling for you
You left me alone, now, Im chillin on you
Won't answer my phone, I aint sendin for you
Its funny how we end up
Got em sayin that I switched up ...
Cause, I can't catch no feelings for you
No, I can't catch no feelings for you
(Verse)
I feel no ways about the ones who reject me/
I take pride in being the guy, that's why they respect me/
New ting say I'm hidin her, to me is petty/
Cause I'm just tryna protect from who I was before she met me, I swear/
He was a different breed. He was wild and uncertain/
Tired from hurtin, wearing an heir/
To appear mild at the surface, but as soon as they start to get close/
They find out he would die for purpose, to this day/
I still feel like a lost cause, tryna be worth it/
But no matter what I try it ain't workin waz gettin high on this purp and/
Lookin dead behind the eyes it was curtains/
For who my momma raised, fucked with my heart and the drama came/
Feels like my soul has been marked, a whole in my heart/
Alone in the dark, from the hoes the go tore us apart, its whatever tho/
What we coulda been, well never never/
Cause just like you, I decided to let it go ... For Better Or Worse
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5. |
Die Tomorrow
03:08
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(Verse 1)
Shit is real, wodie. I got niggas real enough to kill for me/
A woman who sell dope and steal for me/
The fake can't relate or recognize but the real know me/
If they pay attention to cadence/
If they shooting, we shooting back, all buckets/
I'm And1 with this handgun every since niggas put a price on my man-bun/
We them felonious niggas, holding them blickers/
The biggest smiles be the loneliest niggas, when am I not cheesing?/
When am I not chiefing? When am I not deep in/
The whip on the block, creeping? When am I not thinking?/
Shit, when am I not drinking? When am I not deep in/
Somebody daughter? When am I not sleeping in body armor?/
When am I not scheming up plots, dreaming/
About the clean money coming faster than dirty? When am I not reaching?/
Yours truly, pimping/
Sense love is rage, too, I tore life apart in the end when the Uzi spitting/
(Hook)
Nigga, you don't know my problems, you think its easy/
Really, I could Die Tomorrow, they don't believe me/
Seeing grief where ever I go, and all these demons/
Still singing all of my whoas, I really mean it/
I swear that ya'll don't want my problems, this shit ain't easy/
Trying not to Die Tomorrow, the family need me/
All this pain it keep on stressing my dome, it just won't leave me/
If you niggas really wanted me gone, they'd come and see me/
(Verse 2)
I say her man a lame and he ain't fucking with me/
She say that he the one and she done fucking with me/
But we start talking back 'bout when she was coming with me/
Then she hit me up at 6 AM like Trey come cuddle wit me/
They try to check me for not showing fear/
I still drank to this day to not cry sober tears/
2017 was one of my coldest years, lost some of my closest peers/
Walked on a 2 chicks for being to hopeless to let me hold em near/
The memories won't die. I hold them dear/
Still got Amy number to phone her when people folded and no it's/
not closing the door, but the more I'm forcing, the further they go to tear/
Apart the bond we created, I don't debate it/
I let go the fear of failing at being real with them niggas/
Shit, all I did was keep it real with them niggas/
I ain't a role model, I'm just a piece of shit/
A second hand product of never being given a piece of shit/
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6. |
Typical Trey Shit
04:55
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(Verse 1)
I'm reminiscing, puffin a mint fusion Dutch/
Thinking how easy for you to get confused and such/
The muse of some much beautiful music but/
You were bad for me from the jump/
Don't ever question the love you found was real/
Not to hard to ever let you know just how I feel/
Said I sound like gates and when I sang it get you wet/
Already wrote two sing about how me and you met/
Talking nasty when we texting, right around Christmas 14/
From pics in yo pajamas to flirting through to be honest/
You said it's on when we met, wouldn't gone play wit a nigga/
That's why yo nudes still safe with a nigga/
Ignoring my line blinging while she laid with a nigga/
(Verse 2)
2cups 4my pain, everyday I was facing piff/
She hit the jay but let Beyoncé run relationships/
Been on it for the longest, what she hear around/
Still the reason she got most of the underwear she wearing now/
They always tripping and riffing, trying to tear us up/
But put the blame on niggas, how is that fair to us/
Lying to the mirror and swear the truth what they wanna hear from us/
Same chick told you she a savage when she really just scared of love/
And seems like it isn't meant for me/
Cause every time I thought we meant to be, they end up history/
trying to go from these Passed due bills, to laughing/
With my other half bout how quick we just spent this last 2mill/
... She said she just wanted to be friends when we first had met/
And giving her my heart was my first regret ... Not hating though/
Still chronic leaf cheifing/
Hopping you fucked this up for a reason ... Whoa/
(Verse 3)
My new shorty gotta deal with the scars I ain't finished treating/
Shit, even that feeling's scary/
Just looking for consistence when everything around me is temporary/
They all saw it. The real I was all for it/
Don't tell me I'm wrong for it. The love I did it all for it/
If not for how them bitches did me in the past/
I'd have never had a reason to ever write a song for it/
If I knew they was just should-of could-of would-ofs/
Laying on some bitch lap still got my black hood up/
Twisted a back-wood up listening to her problems/
Puffin this ganja til my logic gets put up/
Like if we ain't fucking then what the fuck did you pull up for/
Shit shift soon as I start tryin to open up/
They ain't really got love for me but be beg me to show them some/
From fucking the women niggas post on Instagram accounts/
To dumping them bitches they brag about/
Still might pull up bumping some Party/
Weeknd or Johnny, you know the playlist/
Another Dutch all it'll take to make her take It of to one of my favorites/
(Outro)
Last night I got high/
And all I thought about was you/
So I'ma light this blunt/
And when it's finished I probably won't remember your name/
All because last night I got high/
And all I thought about was you and how you did me so rude/
So I'ma roll one up/
And I'ma call somebody who gone know just why they came ... Ain't gone play no games no/
Cause last night I got high/
And all I thought about was you ... No one else but you/
Hoping that you might pull up/
But if you do then probably nothing ever gone be the same/
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7. |
Bodega Blues x Sad Song
07:19
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(Chorus)
Just trying to talk my way, right up out the projects, nigga(x3)
Just trying to talk my way out
(Verse 1)
This that stash house talk, that oak cliff lingo/
That NY from Dallas static, matics in my pea-coat/
Fuckin bitches and dont call for weeks, after deep throat/
From these birds out by the ocean, I'm tryin to see go (seagull)/
Down baby, you down baby, thats what we link for/
Ass-whole by nature, but Trey ain't by a Z-ro, listen/
I give a fuck if the streets lose respect for me/
I'm tryna be a rare one to make it out successfully/
They love to point the finger at me smashin a lot/
I learned to move on fast as I got/
Older, plus they still be spazzing I got/
Sick but of course she gone trip, I mean just look at all the baggage she got/
I'm still the best regardless, you'd hang yourself for promotion/
While I'm up to my neck in offers, learn to respect your farther/
To cease all the talking, I see food/
Every time I draw, y'all done turned me into a starving artist/
They still hate it tho, might hit the V live and throw all these ones and the dancers/
Might just buy me a foreign then fly in some bitches from aspen/
Why he so nice? When is he gone fall of what these niggas been asking/
Got me feeling so sway this morning cause honestly dog, I ain't got the answers/
I been sliding a vixen, wanting to tie the knot/
But vampire living means you cant see the guy in the picture/
On twitter wit a stripper turned IG model/
In boy shorts that read "I need follows" #INKGANG
(Verse 2)
Thought I found my mission half, trying to make it together/
Spending more time in court rooms than studios/
Either way, still watching lames try to put statements together/
Your boy came in a Jetta, left in a Wraith/
The robes of heroes are profound when worn/
But when recognized as the villain, their voice sounded scorn/
Even the devil was an angel, renowned when born/
Just image this bandanna as a crown of thorns/
When I was strapped and urgent/
Felt I was only myself when I was rolling up, so forgive me for being such a backwards person/
So much drama within. My soul is a black whole/
No, but(t), dog, I'm a bottomless pit/
From the Barrio, why would I spar with yo audio/
When far as quotes, my nigga, ya'll not heavy/
Pardon bro, but you ought to know, every bar i wrote/
Harming yo cardio, cause ya heart not ready/
Ya'll not deadly, i can always stunt wit some new shit/
Or impala classic like a hard top Chevy/
Pouring a 4 all in a Fanta, got a text from a broad/
In Atlanta, pissed off I dipped off with her drawers in the phantom/
Lose credit when I pull niggas cards, I'm a scammer/
Feeling like Thor with the 4 when its on, I go to war with the hammer/
Puffin this reefer, stuck in the ether/
Blood of thug, all I trust is thiands heater/
Curving all of these groupie bitches wanting to meet up/
Running the fee up to stop niggas from wanting the feature/
Give em Nas, they know I come with the ether, rung the police up/
Get robbed blind in the zoo like "its nothing to see, bruh"'
Every time I fell in leave with skeezer, I'd regret it/
Though I never get the credit, I still feel indebted/
They took a chance on a nigga like me/
Trust me I understand exactly why can't stand a nigga like me ... straight up
Just trying talk my way right up out the projects, nigga
Just trying to talk my way out the Bodega Blues
They think I'm losing step when they bump my new shit/
Cause there's not as many metaphors when they listening to it/
Leaving em clues cause I used to just talk over beats/
But these days, I'm actually conversations wit music/
Would play the block, slow/
On corner blocks, could barely afford corner shop clothes, right in front of bodegas/
Where quarter rocks sold, corners got cold in the winter/
Got caught, I'm guys told, and corners got old, well really/
Being knee deep in the shit did/
Grown enough to carry weapons when, really, we just kids/
Wheelies would lift cigs so we imitated/
Rapping for respect became a thing we integrated/
Chicks mad and continue insinuating/
That I'm fucking some floozy from round the way and ignore what I been through, waiting/
The advice I'm finna give you take it/
The goal ain't to remain in the street, the day you make it out is when you made it/
Seems like me looking for love only made new hatred/
Jotting these whoas in these flows to make you famous, I know/
I ain't to patient, I've never had the upper-hand/
And ultimately pain's the only thing I understand/
Tattoos over my scared skin, eyes that know death/
And a harsh grin, the stare of a marksmen, leading a gang/
Of marked men, talking the same shit when I was broke/
Then lived everything that I would hope, in the hopes/
It would it would make you love me... well, did it make you love me?/
... nah, it just made you judge me/
Made some of the most beautiful music you'll ever hear/
Out of all the scars the world gave me that made me ugly/
Yelling save me, save me, save me/
Everybody trying to change me, change me, change me/
I came here with nothing but sorrow in the symphony I wrote
I'm still sanging, sanging, sanging/
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They call me the Godfather ... from how I was gettin down back in the day/
Pray to God, our father ... I die as real as I am today/
Try, take some off of me ... I'm all Givenchy, they feelin some way/
Still fillin them Ks with clips, I won't be the villian, one day, as if, I hop in and SWERVE/
I come from the streets the struggle the bottom/
Splitting a dutch just to stuff it with ganja, run up a comma, I'm so dope
They feel every line, bitch I'm the man thats how I still feel everytime/
Still livin in linin and feelin on womens behinds, the shit is sublime/
I do this for my niggas in the field, staying with the fifth/
They can rap too thinkin fuck a deal prayin for a brick/
They aint gave a nigga shit, I was layed up in the whip/
Sangin bout these bitches, wasnt good for nothin, fuck it they can suck dick and SWERVE/
Man I been the goat, been the hope of niggas wantin bars/
Man I been this dope, the pinnacle, for pinning quotes and frauds/
Missing principles, we get the toast involved then them niggas ghost/
Gripping colts and bomb and sending niggas' souls to GOD!/
Nothing working out. Then I started blazing up the piff/
Staying up and shit, come from nothing , young and thugin/
Luggin pistols in my Levis, red rag with my timbs on/
Whipping benzos, choppers waving out the window, let yo bitch know she can SWERVE/
Young nigga, dreaming bout his and her Beamers, taking Las Vegas to the cleaners/
We was Ten toes down with the heaters, chicks wanna eat us, niggas wanna be us/
Used to wear a heckler, now I'm somewhere in Paris/
My girl all in Perry Ellis and I'm all in Margielas, now all of ya'll jealous/
I go through the crowd, blowing on load, I make sure that all of ya'll hear us/
I be in all the malls, AltaMARs, all the rods near us, make all of y'all fear us/
Still snatch yo bitch on a bargain, then drifted away, that's a Tokyo clearance/
Just me and my bitch, yeah that's both of yo parents, smoking oz, taking a trip to the Poconos/
No the flow dangerous when he coherent, got all the glow, all the hoes feel us/
Just bought a Rolls, all the smoke in it make all us choke, got me inaudible all of them niggas know/
My whole brokenhearted ... and, really, I'm no exceptions/
Whole life I been raw dog, even chicks got no protection/
Overstepping boundaries, probably cause none was set/
Other ones feeling like they bound to me and showing who I'm wit no respect/
Let's talk about it, won't turn my back cause I ain't trying to pull the hawk up out it/
I want ya'll in my life but if ya'll decide ya'll wanna just walk up out it and SWERVE/
I won't be tripping, at all. I live with it, dog/
Just be called the villain when feelings is missing when dealing with broads/
To the point that it be easier living, pretending I don't have feelings, at all. A nigga's appalled/
Still in the living room, sipping this Paul, but I'm from the cliff though/
Just means I was born living on the edge/
Now I got the Juice, its obvious I know the ledge/
Over stayed my welcome, more the once, fuck it/
Rather than discuss it, I'd rather be somewhere rolling blunts. One moment while I toke this up. After that, I'ma SWERVE/
... Won't lie, she was a special one/
Now this broads wont get the time for me to lay next to them/
At all. Felt like I had to wait forever for this/
Then spent 4 Days in Dallas, I'll never forget. Shit I gave shawty that/
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9. |
Hard Part Feat. Cadeem
03:40
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10. |
Downfall
04:43
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(Verse1)
Ain't have a penny to my name but I had this mic/
I made this life. Got bitches callin me up/
When they was the ones who was stallin me up. Mud on me/
Its all these cups. Wildin, I tried to gave em all of me but/
It aint ever good enough right? Fuckin up for the longest/
Was young and starvin and yet/
They still go against cause they can't have me winnin/
So I'm out my body like an apparition, can't even have forgiveness/
I been floatin tokin the reefer/
Smokin is either my medicine or perhaps/
A open door to my problems, I'm screamin let em in/
Some flex still textin me let her in/
While she pullin up outside and expect me to let her in and I might/
That body official so why fight/
The fillin I be given when she sittin on my pipe/
And Ain't remember who I she was till I had her in my site
(Chorus)
(They Put it All On Me)
Like nevermind my heart
Like I aint wish em well from the start
(They Put It All On Me)
They don't know how hard I faught/
Being real that's prolly the worst part/
Cause they said that it would be for better or worse before/
Now I gotta deal with all of this hurt, alone, yeah/
And in the end, it was just talk/
After seein me go this far(They Put It All On Me)
(Verse2)
I used to pass by your crib after seeing my new jawn/
The fact, we became a thing was too wrong/
If knew yall, had history before, I'd have moved on/
But when she persuided, it didnt take too long before I was/
Back in the city, wildin. Smashed of this henny, driven/
Blunts pre-rolled I was plenty vibin/
You deserved better, can you forgive me tryin and comin up short/
Always the same excuse when I'm dumb and got caught, straight up/
Double cups at 4AM got me so ate up/
It aint shockin why they dont wait up/
I never change, askin myself when I'm gone shape up/
Then hit one of my old flames up. So I'ma chill and just/
Put in on a song again/
One more chance to right my wrongs again/
Won't pretend that a nigga like me won't break ya heart again/
So lemme stop, before we start again...
(Verse3)
For me to feel like a zero again, when really wanted was to be a hero to them/
Usin all my dinero to spend. They care less tho./
Raised by Joe and Esco. Emotional shit, harder to let go/
I'm sick of sayin I been that nigga/
Same dude on the gram as in person, but they aint get the picture/
I get to mixin liquor and trippin, talkin my shit/
Right now its under the seat, I used to walk wit my shit/
Still aint escaped the cycle I got stuck in 2012/
Santiago was born, makin these heavenly records/
In response to how these bitches givin me hell/
Bless em, rather than finess em, I still just wish em well/
I hope you make it to my funeral, early. Don't miss my eulogy/
My newest love is hatin whoever I used to be/
In the booth talkin like its just you and me like it used to be/
But opening up like this is usual... my downfall
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M.O.B. Trey Texarkana, Texas
I give people a piece of who I am through music. That's all. Hope you enjoy the sound of how I feel.
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Chicago Sessions
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Whisper Mode / West Side
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