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You Am I Fifteen

you hit grade four But honestly the last thing he'll say tonight Just put your things away You know it's just not your time He's the boy you got He'

or fiction? You'll never know While you're locked to the Pulse of the rhyme flow Once I lock you up, you can't get loose You stuck your head inside

that, hey Hey, I am not my hair, I am not this skin I am not your expectations, no, no I am not my hair, I am not this skin I am a soul that lives within

the choir is out I am the pick in the ice Do not cry out or hit the alarm You know we're friends till we die And either way you turn, I'll be there Open

person that touched 'em I been shot 'em Now if you looked and seen lime green forces and Kiwi You couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie You now I

say I'm gon' keep rapping this way No matter what you may think I'm gon' keep doing my thing One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at rapin

vouch Do I sound like I'm choking? Seriously, do I sound like I'm joking? I'm floating, even though that they wanna send me to the bottom of the ocean But I am

for you gonna make you a star give you fifty thousand too I told him my Momma didn't raise no fool I'll take your money, I'll make you a movie But I can

I'm on the motherfucking grind You think this easy, you out your motherfucking mind You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind Straight up, I'