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Timezone
I Cant Even Lie Im Another Timezone
Roll Up And Get High Like E.T I Cant Even Find Home
Them Ain't No Real Diamonds His Necklace Full Of Them Rim stones
This Pain I Cant Hide It Some Of This Shit Got My Mind Gone (Gone)
Mind Gone (Gone)
Got My Mind Gone (Mind Gone)
Got My Mind Gone
They Wouldn't Pick Me Up Like I Got No Phone
I Ain't Trying To Put The Boots On
I Had Nobody To Lean On
Had To Pour Me Some Pain In A Styrofoam
Stop Hitting Licks Picked Up The Microphone
Imma Ride With My Niggas They Right Or Wrong

Im On A Perc And Im Gone
Geeked Up In Another Zone
E.T Need To Find Home
I Got Them Big Balenci Steppers On
And Nigga You Cant Be My Clone
Cant Ride My Wave Need To Find Ya Own
The Rolly It Came Like A Mixed Bitch Hublo It Came In Two Tone
G White Keep Calling Collect You Know Im Picking Up The Phone
You Know That I Heard All The Capping And Lies Ion Want You On A Song
A Nigga Gone Die If He Take Some From Me Please Forgive Me If Im Wrong
And No Ion Do All That Back And The Forth Nigga This Ain't Ping Pong
And Ion Be Fucking With None Of
These Bitches Just Put Me On Your Ringtone
Im At Your Head Like A Cone
None Of These Niggas Wouldn't Give Me A Loan
They Left a Nigga All Alone I Had To Build My Own Back Bone

I Cant Even Lie Im Another Timezone
Roll Up And Get High Like E.T I Cant Even Find Home
Them Aint No Real Diamonds His Necklace Full Of Them Rim stones
This Pain I Cant Hide It Some Of This Shit Got My Mind Gone (Gone)
Mind Gone (Gone)
Got My Mind Gone (Mind Gone)
Got My Mind Gone
They Wouldnt Pick Me Up Like I Got No Phone
I Aint Trying To Put The Boots On
I Had Nobody To Lean On
Had To Pour Me Some Pain In A Styrofoam
Stop Hitting Licks Picked Up The Microphone
Imma Gone And Pour This Pain Up
Most Of These Niggas They Changed Up
No Deal I Ain't Famous
Back Then They Ain't Claim Us
How Could A Nigga Blame Us
Paper Plates Might Get Cuts
Them Old Tools Might Get Rust
Bet Them Mother Fuckers Still Bust
They Gone Feel Us
Hush That Lil Fuss
Money Long Like School Bus
In Profit I Trust
Old Money Collecting Dust
This Exotic Im Rolling This Shit Be Smelling Like Must

I Cant Even Lie Im Another Timezone
Roll Up And Get High Like E.T I Cant Even Find Home
Them Aint No Real Diamonds His Necklace Full Of Them Rim stones
This Pain I Cant Hide It Some Of This Shit Got My Mind Gone (Gone)
Mind Gone (Gone)
Got My Mind Gone (Mind Gone)
Got My Mind Gone
They Wouldnt Pick Me Up Like I Got No Phone
I Aint Trying To Put The Boots On
I Had Nobody To Lean On
Had To Pour Me Some Pain In A Styrofoam
Stop Hitting Licks Picked Up The Microphone