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And I'm a on one more note
One more motherfuckin
like this... Look at him

I ain't been here in a
Cut the lights off I feel fantastic 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 foresights
Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, even fans resemble them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Cohen,
So get a grip get a pour the X. O. in
I did want one these niggas to say that I'm not the
Pick a road where you drivin is not a lane
And in peace to Pimp C life is not a game,
Taking over the world no pinky just a lotta
He to send them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My of judgment is a officially gone
Up into the air all the from the swisha is blown
Ahh... I'm I'm grown I'm living in this elevator zone alone
I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never round
I got pent house walls I stay high above ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And wifey's (Bitches)
But moneys (Her)
money's under (Nothin)
My life is 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 legend with a legacy that 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 good gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my straight no creases
P 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.)
on the floor we good

O.D. O.D everybody me

McCoy:]
Oh no Travie on life again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry 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 with a use of syntax
And I done gave up the but I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my is Travie and I'm a life-aholic
Told'em all beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce wearing on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for without the candy brain
Super like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya and dandy man
Check his vital signs they off the meter man
I'm a live forever in Neverland with Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a a Amy Winehouse
Sipping Purple with Mary Jane girls in my house... (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya when I get
Until then me down like gravity it's Travie... Uno... Easy

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

It's

O.D. O.D everybody me

Factz:]
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you have to ask for refer
If the things that I seen through my Prada got me paid
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave this Rocky chain
I got I got my fames with this 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 living like I'm Hugh Heff
other night I need a blue net for group sex
Leaving a bruise neck then I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line is new fax city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen
the white horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna my high on life... (Then let'em dream)
Gotta the spot on my flight
First known of the aroma of the smoker life
Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it's over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm every bum out
Hung out celebrities from every drug house
So when you remember me say that I was strung out... (Mickey you mean)
I'm a addict for the cash I'm a O.D. so flip going to rehab

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 this
We got bottles here
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the floor we

O.D. O.D know me