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, tuamie has developed a new hyperbolic time chamber, here on namek, we'll be focusing on the mental, training starts now, begin, ooh, i've just been fanning myself, i'm a such a fan of myself, there's levels to the cool like a fan on a shelf, when you blow, they try to gas you like fans at the shell station, god hands me a full plate, but i handle it well, if they don't feel your thoughts, start dreaming in braille, they'll try to sell you short 'cause their dreams are for sale, they'll say "get off your podium, life isn't nickelodeon", aren't you so dumb? kenan and kel" wow, the government leaves an animal trail, so i switch to swiss-charred, carrots and kale, so i'll remember my kid's name, dementia is a sick game, i'm silence in the lamb, call me hannibal failed, yeah, financial plans should be handled in stealth, i fight to leave the private life for my family's health, got some dinner with art collectors, they started drinkin' prosecco, when they slipped about their level of family wealth, bunch of actresses downplay how my records have felt, it's not a mystery to decode a fanning yourself, "this man's on fire," i can't pretend i'm not talented, for me to fake humble's a corny way to be arrogant, drug dealers still on the corner of madison, except they push pradas and red bottoms to medicines, red bottoms for baboons and radishes, i went to mozambique and saw a real kind of happiness, so i don't feel guilty when nike sends me some packages, we still end up in boxes even though we chase packaging, take this, take this, tuamie supply the face lift, take this, take this, tuamie supply the face lift, i can't fall off, i got a great grip, go and find some talent, have a great trip, this bellion guy's power level's amazing, uh, take this, take this, tuamie supply the face lift, prepare to fight, my stance here is a band leader is pangaea, my heart free-er, i'm cold, heater than cambria, i rock steady, my johnson's dwayne-heavy, we just erase heroes, i stan lee your remedy, he the, king of queens, my balls breathe lebron's kia, i carry greatness, statements on spaceship, haitians get lace and, meaning you dread what comes from my third eye, blind to the fake shit, my tone is gettin' aggressive, i just create for the truly gifted of adolescense, my essence becomes the mystery, i instantly become a pistol pete in sport full of walt fraziers, my kelsey grammer is something like forward ham, like alfred hitchcock with a camera, just blazin' killer cam, family candle can't handle it, my channel too hot to cancel, my babies drivin' a mansell, i'm passenger writin' stanzas, i'm holdin' these verses ransom, i'm hansel zoolander handsome, tuamie supply the face lift, it's all because of, well done, welcome to glory sound prep, i'm lovin' it all, here with my brother-in-law, greece is a beautiful place, food is incredible, awe, we just been playin' some games, everyone's pickin' a straw, who gets the longest has gotta go tell the butler to call, for more alcohol, wait, we'd told the locals that we'd go and play basketball, but they don't want the business, plus, i drank from the flask we bought, now everything is spinnin', now we laugh it off, ooh, it's whoopie goldberg the way that my sisters act up, they had some champagne, now everybody's laughing, movies 'bout paradise, and my family got the cast thing, if you dove into the tears of my eyes, you'd hear this instrumental, jesus was instrumental in blessing my mental, every time i drove a car, could've twisted the metal, all the things on my wishlist, god has given in triplets, i'm on an island where opiates go to rich kids, and then they pass away, that's called death over the privileged, yeah, i never wanna be famous, stop calling me underrated, i'm still pushin' the same whip, i was drivin' in sachem, peace in my life, it's awesome, as-salamu alaykum, i'm makin' certain decisions, i'm flyin' under the radar, i really love my life and this music thing is a great job, yeah, pick up the phone and someone tells me, "mr. bellion, sir, beyonce on the line, she tryna reach you on your cellular", she wanted "fall in line," but we gave it to aguilera, uhh, i hope it's the right decision, bey wanted it for the twins she signed, i hope i didn't burn that bridge, i worry all the time, i'm just tryna show these kids about this slight of mine, i always flex, but i realize that it's divine appointment, i'm a cross between hard work and jesus-annointed, i hope the ceiling that needed grace is the final notion, for the rest of my life, you'll see me on the l-i-double r, with a heineken in my bag, on my way to the gardens, tryin' to kill your nephews like i been fuckin' with star, me lyin' down on the job is not an option at all, on my way to the garden. on my way to the. on my way to the gar.

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Artist: bellion, jon