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RATKING lyrics : "Canal"

You best stay out of my way, on the west side I wait
Hold that high, my weight
Cleaning out the mess out of a skyscraper

My war is war, get drinking, so I waste my brain in the tri-state
Mind state, thinking the bomb, thinking that I'm game
'Cause when I step, you see my games

Hold chin up, hold these cards from my place
Many come, cut cold, drop waves
Part ways, gang sling, act slim, clothes extra large

My guap spectacles see guap perpetual
You know I was eight, I was a vegetable
Like gone, tried on to be calm

And I thought I want to be high born now I born
Hey, mother$#&@er, that's the pie burned


Let a pound on my brow, pick a dime on the town
Come down, c!@#^, a little hustle, a lot of doubt
C!@#^, a little hustle all about, sweet care with a? lost in this crowd

Let a pound on my brow, pick a dime on the town
Come down, c!@#^, a little hustle, a lot of doubt
C!@#^, a little hustle all about, sweet care with a? lost in this crowd


Week days, stay kinda nasty?always gave me the chance but I stayed down
So turn for me, just say?I lay, lay, lay, lay

Drop my jest, feet out the stress, I digress
Sweating? so surely on my chest?
Hopping the sounds, hopping the height, would you have the rest

See them try the college if they get, eat your flesh?

Sin city, free me, must get between your feet

Magic city, free meat, must get between your feet
Sin city, free me, must get between your feet
Magic city, free meat, must get between your feet


Let a pound on my brow, pick a dime on the town
Come down, c!@#^, a little hustle, a lot of doubt

C!@#^, a little hustle all about, sweet care with a? lost in this crowd
Let a pound on my brow, pick a dime on the town
Come down, c!@#^, a little hustle, a lot of doubt

C!@#^, a little hustle all about, sweet care with a? lost in this crowd

Sin city, free me, must get between your feet

Magic city, free meat, must get between your feet
Sin city, free me, must get between your feet
Magic city, free meat, must get between your feet


The city that's left, open your eyes, wake up

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