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      ScHoolboy Q

      Album: Blank Face

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      Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face
      Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face
      Blank face, blank face
      I'll trade the noise for a piece of divine
      Uh!
      
      This that "Fuck the blogs"
      The afterbell, we hang in halls
      Underage, smokin' weed and alcohol
      Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway
      One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade
      I can take you spots where gangsters walk
      The real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close
      Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked
      Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane
      I ain't been right since out the cervix
      I know a M can make it perfect
      It came through more than the one I worship
      You I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold
      He got the runny nose
      Summertime, we don't trust niggas in winter clothes
      I swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes
      My money short
      Missin' the days of honey oats
      Dollar bills in mama's coat
      Cartoons and bubble soap
      This be the realest shit I wrote
      This be that ride that hunnid spoke
      Red and blue from head to toe
      
      Who needs a mothafuckin' friend?
      You see them mothafuckin' rims
      Met the devil in disguise
      Look through my mothafuckin' eyes
      
      Look at my eyes, look at my block
      Look at my shit, cold
      Bustin' these nines, true to my life
      Word to my pen so
      Take what you want, get what you like
      Open that window
      That shit raw
      Ain't it? That shit raw
      Look through my mothafuckin' eyes
      Vision impaired by the high
      No cares on my mind
      Couple dares, that is fine
      
      This shit from 'round the back house
      More baggies bagged and that roach
      In granny's plastic suede couch
      Best play cat and that mouse
      A minor pitchin' in major
      Stay servin' dope but we cater
      Take you back to my sega
      Slammin' bones on that table
      Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's
      Forced to grow to a man
      Before L.A. had them Rams
      Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal
      Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store
      My haters came for the better and money came for the loads
      Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold
      Fucked up the game with many flow
      I've been a loc since Henry O
      I'm ten toes, you movie role
      I do this shit for lifers way before
      Jehri curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke
      Got so many bodies the world knows, shit
      Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath
      But our dreams were big, homie
      The world done flipped on me, took my soul then clicked on me
      
      Who needs a mothafuckin' friend?
      You see them mothafuckin' rims
      Met the devil in disguise
      Look through my mothafuckin' eyes
      
      Look at my eyes, look at my block
      Look at my shit, cold
      Bustin' these nines, true to my life
      Word to my pen so
      Take what you want, get what you like
      Open that window
      That shit raw
      Ain't it? That shit raw
      Look through my mothafuckin' eyes
      Vision impaired by the high
      No cares on my mind
      Couple dares, that is fine
      
      My picture was in full frame
      But my vision had distort
      My memory is okay
      But my feelings on point
      I could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go
      Oh lord!
      You don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold
      No lord!
      I see faces at my window
      My patience growin' short
      I had no one to lend on
      That's why that chip is so cold
      Kinda like the cool king on my fallen bros
      Oh lord!
      Guess that's my curtain call, my last go
      Ain't this shit what you wanted to see?
      Ain't this shit what you wanted to see?

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