NSNE:
Lying awake
Time to get up to something
They're a phone call away
The homies are coming
Take the L down to lake
To the water running they won't hear
Ash on my J's
Bottle no agua
The kid do not play
Hit the bar for another
Music making them say
Move the posse down to the pier
Playing through the speakers hear the melody the rhythm
Laughing to myself I know the only thing that's hidden
Under all the fun I got a bitter poison better than gold
Laying down the bass I hear the low end getting louder
Pistol shots to the face so now they can't control the power
If you understand but one thing know that I will never do what I'm told

CRZY:
Do what you’re told
Lights down low
Shawty bounce that ass like a new yo-yo
Just watch that thing hit the floor
Like you don’t already know
You bout to slide to the crib
Finna beat it some more
I got my backstroke in action baby just tell me what’s happening
Spending 20s no Jacksons
She in the tub man splashing
On her baddest behavior
She got that shit in her nature
She just inhaling the vapor
While she smoking her paper
And I’m really bout to ask like “how you do that there?”
Type of ass got you screaming, “Baby you not fair!”
Company so rare, attitude so player
Type of girl’ll keep you guessing for the whole damn year
Now put your hands up
If you bad and you crazy get your bands up
If you only drive Mercedes you Boujee
A lot of girls talk like they knew me, all them bitches goofy
C’mon baby let’s make a movie I won’t treat you like a groupie

NSNE:
Mood music in my head
I do whatever it says to me
Always being misread
I guess it’s better I stay lonely
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CRZY:
You ever get that feeling?
Like the falling in love feeling?
Like you’re, floating on top of a cloud
But the cloud isn’t really isn’t a cloud at all, it’s entirely bubblegum
And the more you relax, the more it sticks
Annoying shoe sole summer sickness
To the bottom of your heart
So your Aeortic valve decides to skip a few pumps
Just to savor the full flavor
And you find yourself
Light-headed back-to-front forward facing nowhere
And you start saying corny shit like, “I miss you.”

NSNE:
Man I've seen the worst
This one ain't my first
It's a music curse
Can't avoid a hearse
I guess no one can
Need a helping hand
Getting to the root of things I just can't understand
Slip the knowledge in
Spike the collagen
Tell the crew goodnight but when you black I'm back to holla then
Pack a bowl of stress
Get it off my chest
Let me at it when I'm done you can come claim the rest
Marco Polo
Man I'm on my solo dolo
All this purple keeps me so low
Till I'm leaning like a cholo
Living on the brink of life
21 years Issa knife
No more waiting time to hype
Now you feel it kicking right
Let the room spin to black
Body limp you're on your back
Feeling like a heart attack
You love the fact I'm in control
Never let your system fold
Blink if you would be so bold
Just before your body cold
Hope we live until we're old, gold, souls

Mood music in my head
(Where you tryna go)
I do whatever it says to me
Always being misread
(You know I gotta go)
I guess it's better I stay lonely
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