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before I go
One last good luck kiss
One less thing to call my own
That's one more thing I miss

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Took the world by storm
Most of 'em either in
my mama sung to me
Like "fuck I used to dream", but now I'm more sleepless
And I doubled my age by erasing all the dreaming
And my innocence fades
to their world
By their adjustments to it
And so it is with you, although you aren't blind
The things you see are what you gave them, nothing more
to their world
By their adjustments to it
And so it is with you, although you aren't blind
The things you see are what you gave them, nothing more
might say
I measure pleasure by the pain
Measure pleasure by the twisting
Of the metal in vein
And it might be very hard
Can't be more than what we
in the midst of these trillion things

The more you explain the less you contain
But the more you refrain the less you explain
I see your pain
might say
I measure pleasure by the pain
Measure pleasure by the twisting
Of the metal in vein
And it might be very hard
Can't be more than what we
cauliflower ear,
For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose,
With a lovely black eye and a broken nose,
Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined,
and stadiums silent
My record when played will make the whole world more quiet
My ears are ringing, things deaden me
I want to keep my tissues, eyelashes,
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
Living in the big city
The American dream 
Is far roaming in the streets of greed
Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more
But I ain't selling
the drinker 
Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger 

They label me a problem child who can't cope 
Hangin' by a thread  yes a very thin rope 
Inevitably
into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie s***
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me

[Chorus]
Gangsta, gangsta
possession 
Never want for questions, every move made is destined 
Black professors, let's take it back to the essence 
Another version, of the Goldie,
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
possession 
Never want for questions, every move made is destined 
Black professors, let's take it back to the essence 
Another version, of the Goldie,
us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars
Strip bars in Miami, almost came home with the Grammy
Next year, bringin home three for the family
Watch me, you can
a twister
The setting is a sinister slum where sex ain't sacred
By thirteen she was pro-active and naked
Had a gift to give but she would tend a path not
Living in the big city
The American dream 
Is far roaming in the streets of greed
Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more
But I ain't selling
wrong, I wrote you this song

The more I showed love, was less hated
I kept warm with my Dear Psalms
on days I was cold and naked
Instead of break
Swellin' from alien micro-filaments it's more gellins
Even if you're gellin'
What's that in your melon? And what the hell is they sprayin'? No tellin'
ugly
Say it how you see it, buddy, I’m a hurting hot mess
A constantly inconsistent work in progress
Fat girl in a prom dress, do more, talk less
chocolate shake
And an ???? for the bath tub like the last love
Hundred and twenty seconds of that ????
Begging me to do whatever I would when I could
And I
say uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn

The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips