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Taylor Friday!

‘Free TC’ Tracklist:
01 La ft. Kendrick Lamar, Brandy & James Fauntleroy
02 Saved ft. E-40
03 Straight Up ft. Jagged Edge
04 Solid ft. Babyface
05 Horses in the Stable
06 Know Ya ft. Trey Songz
07 Credit ft. Sevyn Streeter
08 Miracle/Wherever ft. Big TC & D-Loc
09 Guard Down ft. Kanye West & Diddy
10 Sitting Pretty ft. Wiz Khalifa
11 When I See Ya ft. Fetty Wap
12 Blase ft. Future & Rae Sremmurd
13 Only Right ft. YG, Joe Moses & TeeCee4800
14 Bring It Out of Me
15 Actress ft. R. Kelly
16 Finale ft. SA-RA & PJ

Album drops Nov. 13

Fuck It

TylerCherry

Tell Australia I’m sneaking in with a mic in my damn hand
Instead of the vegetables that I packed in my backpack
When Marshall had this problem what the fuck was they telling him?
Is it cause of status or his melanin lacks black?
Huh? I think people love to be mad
How can I be misogynist? I love titties and ass
How can I be homophobic when my boyfriend’s a fag?
And we been hiding in the closet like our passion is fashion
Still trying to come out
Couldn’t deal with niggas who decide to take the fun out
Probably cause I like to be in places where the sun out
So comparing niggas lights and shit’s a motherfucking bum out

Ego Death

Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see …each other in life. Vanity, fear, desire, competition– all such distortions within our own egos– condition our vision of those in relation to us. Add to those distortions to our own egos the corresponding distortions in the egos of others, and you see how cloudy the glass must become through which we look at each other. That’s how it is in all living relationships except when there is that rare case of two people who love intensely enough to burn through all those layers of opacity and see each other’s naked hearts. — Tennessee Williams

Escúchame Chingatumadre

The-Game

Pablo Escobar in my hey-day, uh
Bringing off coke that’s a payday, uh
On a private jet that’s a mayday, uh
In South America on a vacay, uh
P on my snapback, choppin’ grade-a, uh
None of these niggas ready for the melee, uh
Hundred cal make his body do the nay-nay
Leave a nigga face worse off than Shanaynay