Keys + A Beer Case

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Morges

Morges (French pronunciation: ​[mɔʁʒ]; Latin: Morgiis, plural, probably ablative, else dative; Arpitan: Môrges) is a municipality in the Swiss canton of Vaud and the seat of the district of Morges. It is located on Lake Geneva. more »

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Capture questions with common denominators
Killin' comments that quickly turn into vapour
Call me a hater but say that I killed it later
You'll get no favours
Beat up the beat and leave it dead in the street
My feet are red, I'm still releasing CD's
It is what it is, what'd you expect it to be
So it was what it was and what it's destined to be
Perfect poets proposing a proposition
Pick up a pen and join in with an inscription
Feel the rhythm and get in is how I'm living
It's everything that you thought it isn't
See, I'ma keep on killin' it with detailed images
You're my witnesses
Not really making the dividends
But it's okay, I still got my friends
I'm not really making the dividends
But it's okay, I still got my friends
I'm not really making the dividends, listen
But it's okay, I still got my friends
Savour every last second and moment, you
Never know when your song will be over, gotta
Keep on composing, holding on to that moment
Striving for atonement, I'm on it
Call me dated, but dated just mean I'm ancient
Pounded out on the pavement with all my cadence
Little faded but faded just mean I'm baked, yeah
Little late but I'll wait for what I create, uhh
You got a guarantee that I'ma be there to see
But apparently my support is no where to see
Call me a rarity, barely caring while tearing beats
Aware of what's to share within these streets
So buckle up to your seat and hear me
Feel the beat in your feet sincerely
I'm writing letters clearly to people who fear me
Got my keys and a beer case, I never will fear change
I don't know why that would seem strange
I got my keys and a beer case
I don't know why that would seem strange
I got my keys and a beer case
Rip it all to pieces, tear it apart
Pick up the pieces and begin from the start
Continue moving not leaving the car in park, why
I got some grieving that's leading me into dark night
On some Bruce Wayne 'ish
I'ma meet my wish, I got it on my list so
Pump your feet or fist
Release that beast within and come along my friend
You're invited, I'm excited to write it
I'm indicted to write a rhyme with the righteous
Gliding by like a kite, I got some flight left inside
Yeah, I'ma ride till I die, that's not a word of a lie
You know I'm meaning it
I'm seeing it through scenes as if
My dreams will lead to live and there's
No need to force feed fibs so
I'll make you feel it way deep in your ribs
There's no need to force feed fibs
I'll make you feel it way deep in your ribs
No need to force feed fibs

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