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gratitude like the water-bearer carries her jar.
Gathering it faithfully each day, and bathing in it to lift my spirit when I am weak
She would tell me
shoutout to roc stagis
Look at niggas while we rock stages
Niggas didn't wanna play us
Now the gods coming out I did
This all in a day
Rock the uzi with
eagle at a par four
Yours bogie fugazi awful
Whole car full coughing in Kaufman’s car pull you can always count on smoking a couple
Belt unbuckled belly
ain’t much to win when your up late at night
Losing sleep then the days turn to weeks then the weeks turn to years man I hate this fight
Am I weak
Off three, off four
Show up just to tell me see my way out at the door
Oh
Peace alone
Imagine if we would've gotten our own home
That toxic shit is
Late at night, I’m bout to put the ball in
Got a couple seconds left with a 3 point
Shot and I’m hot so I’m all in
Homie what’s my name? Kobe
But
I told them pray me
Niggas in the jail house
Waiting on that day realise
I feel like we in hell
They Ain't no saving me
Nah I pray
The angles
End up
Exchanged
Back in em days cooked up by da Sto
Im callin yo phone but go straight To the tone
Double cupped a two liter finna Pour up a four In The section
bye to their passion cause they had to get by
Past her prime old lady sweeping floors no retirement
Can tell her face tired late night the place quiet
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster
Indicated by
the money
Gunshots, mobbin` up quiet late nights
Walkin` down New, you betta think twice
This shit ain`t right,
It`s all wrong,
NARC`s we slide on
It
too late 'cause you've gone away
But I will build this monument
to remember all the love we once had
and I'll close my eyes and make it how it used
only day to sleep in late
Don't take his name in vain
From this one you want to abstain
We must set a clear mandate
The best damn way to conjugate
the day
But by the night I'd need two AKs
A couple of sets of extra clips
And some ham sandwiches
The po-pos know me
And their used to my shananagans
I run
Wileman never seen before
It's late afternoon on a hot Texas day
Something strange is going on, we's all in the way
Well there's fifty or sixty
Some people’s kids are born and raised
By the kids who kicked up dust back in the day
Some people’s kids stay out too late
Something in their blood
hour or so about four pints
Long nights and short days now, that's me
Never been known really for acting classy
Your girlfriend says she loves how my
you
For four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more
of a life that I don’t want to lead.
Days of plague, nights of pure misery. Worlds burning before bleeding eyes.
Twenty four hours feels like an eternity. I
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WHO EVER KNEW IT´D COME TO THIS
FOUR WALLS A MAN MADE PRISON
OUR SLEEPY WORLD ´S AWAKENING AS A NEW THREAT HAS RISEN
TO LATE
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You know me, I stay lowkey, but I just might end up in a four-way
Fuck a ho all night 'til the next day
See her out with my bitch and she get no
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
See the sign above the door
You're not welcome anymore
So nail your colours to the floor
Like free-divers tempting fate
You left things a day too
running where angels fear to tread.
The door was opened and the curtain tore,
We always thought you'd be the one in four.
Your bread is stale and your cup
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