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and Kimberly
I'm drifting close to pleasure
Think I'm losing too much dopamine
That's woe for me but hopefully
You won't have to see me go through this
A cycle

Him
Now we out here healing lame men
He boasts too much
Can you blame him?
Under his feet Satan
Filled me with love
So there ain’t No room for hating
He

men who rode with me on the village raids
There were so many orphans and widows that we made
The violence sanctioned by the State was calculated, it was

alive, not a creature on the
Land or sea, a bird In the sky, they'll be shot, harpooned, easten or hunted
Too much,vivisected by the clever men who prove

but their naked till
They bite this bredren 
My style is hunging on a tree in the garden of of eden 
Too much weapons I told you guys ideal in arms 
If

we send this kid back
But he knows too much
Put him on Prozac
Well
I don't really know where to go
But I know what I know and I know how to flow
I was

Let your light shine before men
As your good works be the motivation they'll need before it all end
May you glorify
Not be glorified by the time you

ya ma I na chu ya by any which way
Which way that way mba this way, way k your way, sorry o mistake
About mistakes can't make too many maka any

on it, keep go, this a time to born

Nineteen, I'm like nineteen, timeless like Aladdin
Too much, work for my dream, too hard, it's like i did
Valid,

funeral's much liver
Too much beer will get you killed, for real you'd think your Bud's wiser
We on that OG Granddaddy purp; cause my Buds wiser
Making

and keep you used to being ruled too
So whoever fooled you an injustice anywhere hurts everybody boo
I think men should form a coup
And march on family court

There's too much ice in this world of ours
The passion freezes
The storms dissolve into snow flurries
Even the Christmas bride is fading into

and go and ask for too much
But to be honest with you, I don't think three will be enough
Because I wish that I could go back to the friendships I lost
I

rowing to where the wreck lay
Eighteen men rescued to live another day

Pull Boys! Pull! Hear the coxswain call
Call this a storm lads? It's just a Norfolk

nights above
Forgotten silver mines
Strange men making eyes
Low lives in high places
Why was the boy so surprised
By the clear implications
He lost he

You got hit by four men
No bullshitting feel like you got
Hit by four men
Live from the reservoir the departed
Call me the underdog
How the fuck I'm

In nineteen and seventy-nine they lived in an old schoolbus
Earn 3000$ in good years and in bad ones it's half as much
They're fruit tramps like

what they're running over
Sometimes they don't see the people that they're hurting
In their lives sometimes they don't see
How much they are hurting

of work
He spend with prostitutes at the strip-club
The house i live is the ugliest you'll ever see
No tile on the floor and no bed to sleep
But i'm proud

smell
But if we blink, a little too fast, we miss details
And end up bitter towards a full life, forgot to inhale
We spent so much time on a life, forget

a Jesus piece
Always work for respect
Willing to die on our feet
Than to live on our
Knees
I break a sweat before I ask please
I heard it all and give back

Too much of my life man
Can't take back you know
People change up
With my back against the wall
when its all said and done
They ask who else puts in

that octane I smuggled
And got away with it, stayed with it, played with it
But I quit it years ago
The games is too different
There's no leaders
Shit,

decent cash on my own
"I remember when" begins the letter, but
I was too young then to remember better
This is just the world that we live in
I guess I