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Oh what a tangled web we weave, weave, weave.
Oh what a tangled web we weave, weave, weave.
Used to be just a kid now i'm arachnid,
You never thought you would see this shit.
But here i come,
Tanglin up my web,
Creative forces at bay dont you detest!
Its K Cloud
Droppin in on the same loud
You know dat shit you smoke that put symphonies inside yo mind
Im tryna find
A way to make mistakes
My place if i ever found it
Aint no goin around it
Whatchu down wit?
That electronic sound shit ?
Lyrics drowned
And pound 4 pound
This brown kid the proudest.
Like a lion in the heat of the night,
My eyes shades of scarlet at the height
Of the peak
Take this artist for a flight,
Whatchu mean u not a pilot
Cause i aint tryna die wit a crew who wont fly as high as me and you.
You cant see,
But im still observin.
Act like i give a fuck if i get the last word in.
Make it a uppercut,
You get whatchu deservin,
And then u lost anotha nut,
Squirrels stay searchin.

But i member where i put mine.
And how, to have a good time
She be fuckin me with eyesight.
If i die i wanna do it right.

Red rose filter highsight.
But a slave to the limelight.
2 my grave ima die right.
Gettin paid thats what i like.
Money made on the down low,
Rockin the locs, they my crown tho.
Spiderlike in the brown fro
Tangled web, wit my spangled head,

And its a slim chance,
That ima get the twin flame romance.
But ima keep on tryin,
Gettin money, multiplyin,
Like some honey to a colony.
Intuition gonna follow me.
Inhibitions only stallin me.
Music callin me.
Girls on top of me.
They get hot wit me.
They love flauntin me.
Aint no stoppin this romance,
Romantic
Dick in my pants,
Flow so sick,
It can entrance,
And put yo ass under a spell,
You get what u deserve,
This ain't hell, it's karma...
Comin back for ya.
Ayy lemme pour ya a cup of ambition,
Ya need it much more than yours truly, Kristian.
On that mission for bad bitches and worse behavior,
If you snitchin you hurt the savior.
Questions i missed i catered to,
If its part of a list,
How can it be a greater truth?

Its just someth i gotta say 2 u.
Its just someth i gotta say 2 u.
Its jist someth i gotta say, say, say

Red rose filter highsight.
But a slave to the limelight.
2 my grave ima die right.
Gettin paid thats what i like.
Money made on the down low,
Rockin the locs, they my crown tho.
Spiderlike in the brown fro
Tangled web, wit my spangled head,

They never tame my head
Until the day im dead
And even after that
I had to laugh at that
I had to laugh at that,
Eternal laughin track,
You get your backwards back,
Until u back 2 that.
Cause see....
I feel...
The pain of about 88 ancestors,
Shame!
Stop the wound it'll fester, pain,
Who is left to blame...
Tell me who is left to blame,
But the blamer,
The blamer.
Responsibility
The tiger tamer.
So never shame her.
Yet so endangered.
So endangered.
So endangered.
So endangered.

Fuck widda tiger and ya get the claws!
Good luck witchya hiding
Look at you so lost
Supposed 2 b a boss
But you know what it cost,
Ya freedom.
I dont have to understand i be them!
I be them!

Red rose filter highsight.
But a slave to the limelight.
2 my grave ima die right.
Gettin paid thats what i like.
Money made on the down low,
Rockin the locs, they my crown tho.
Spiderlike in the brown fro
Tangled web, wit my spangled head

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