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Self-Non-Self (Cranes) · Self-Inflicted Aerial Nostalgia (Guided by Voices) · The Century of Self (...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead) · Self Control (Laura Branigan) · Maybach Music Group Presents Self Made, Vol. 2: The Untouchable Empire (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Self-Portrait in Swing (Joshua Breakstone) · Self Entitled (NOFX) · Listening Self (Ferdinando FaraĆ²) · Where the Meager Die of Self Interest (Ninety Pound Wuss) · Self-Taught Learner (Lissy Trullie) – and 90 other albums »


Green globe
Scorched by black sun
Return me to my primal self
Primal self
Skull
Return me to my old self
Yo, this is the Ying Yang Twins with a ghetto service public announcement.

Red Line(3x)
Stay by yo self, by yo self

Choke by myself, drink by
livin' only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story's told
You take my self, you take my self control

Another night, another day goes by
I
livin' only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story's told
You take my self, you take my self control

Another night, another day goes by
I
on my own
All on my own

I'm all by myself no one can help me guy
Plus I'm the only one that know what it's about
I gotta stay calm to figure it out
before you turn to rust

Never by the book, always underestimated
It's hard to believe the life that you created
Self made

Learned from the will
growth
Preserve one's self

Finding strength in yourself
A massacre of your dignity
A fortune for someone else
Inspired by insufficiency
Interrogation
The water running down that pipe
Looks like a snake to me
By "Doc's Sugar Bowl" my coffee gets cold
Because I don't want to see that
I've got no
forgiven
Horrors of self
Concealed by time, annihilate the past, let it be forgotten
Horrors of self
Must be confronted, to be forgiven
Horrors of self
[Produced by DJ Muggs]
Yeah, word is bond
Das EFX in this yaknowhatI'msayin
Straight from the sewer, word is bond
We doing this with my nigga
livin' only for the night 
Before the morning comes, the story's told 
You take my self, you take my self control 

Another night, another day goes by 
I
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
So...

I got
In fiber optic illusion 
The flickering eyes 
By fluorescent lights 
Supplicate before machines, 
Self-reflecting 

The legend of modernity:
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so

I got
And hold the light to suit my skin
Your favorite t-shirt on again

Counting hours
Counting lies
3, 2, 1
And I smile

Taking pictures of myself, self, self
I think you got a low self opinion man
I see you standing all by yourself
Unable to express the pain of your distress
You withdraw deeper inside
Overcome by your
Moving temple
Overcome by this
Holiest of altars

So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess
That I've lost my self
Welcome, to a world of hate
A life of buried dreams
Smothered, by the soils of fate
Welcome, to a world of pain
Bitterness your only wealth
Brother Jukebox, Sister Wine, 
Mother Freedom, Father Time.
Since she left me by my self,
you're the only family I've got left.
 
I go down
I Proclaim Thee
To Hear My Demands
In Invoke Thee
Grant My Commands
Self Indulgence
Self Fulfillment
The Very Essence

By His Own Decree
He Grants
Encourage friendships and break the atmosphere
You're living no interest, depressed by isolation
Have you found your voice?
The great demoralization
I'm sitting on the curb
By the empty parking lot
Of the store where they let me play the organ
I'm waiting for my ride
But I want to wait inside
smart for here'
I said: 'I'll see the manager'

He was the manager
Eat why'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat why'self fitter

Analytics have
Previous times you stuck by me 
Relations fine undeniably 
Mutual trust and honesty 
The essential recipe 

There's two sides to a coin
Brother Jukebox, Sister Wine, 
Mother Freedom, Father Time.
Since she left me by my self,
you're the only family I've got left.
 
I go down