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Whoa oh I
Should be famous by now
Running away from the doubt
Follow trends & chase clout
All around, gather round
I'm introducing my sound
My city

Yeah I get it by the bottle bitch
Backstage finna blaze
With a model bitch
Yeah she insane giving brain
When she swollow dick
Smoking on them cookies

moonlight?

In the year of 1860, on the Miami-Erie waterway
Johnny Morehouse, as boys will do, went to the canal to play
Accompanied by his dog always both

looking for it still
Some said he was the last of them
Still living free and clear
They say he got his power
From a forgotten Ndee band
When the soldiers

it by year
With no real way of knowing
Just where my life is going
Nothing is clear
Play it by ear
I can't keep running away
And making the same old

Well It's not even noon and I'm on my fifth beer
Too much Jack and my head still ain't clear
Thought a Jones' song might help me get by
But not this

they try to take me down a trail I've used before
A teenage boy at midnight when I lost it by the shore
They bump and grind until they find me bold

no
I’ve been gone for quite some time
And I know
That I just keep it in the back of my mind
And as the moss clears up my lungs when I’m back home
Oh

the past behind
Open wounds won't heal
Misdirected for cover's sake
Or am I losing my mind
And who will answer for this crime
All swept away by blinded eyes

face
Caught by the team, and we got to the beating
we banging his chest like a mufuckin ape (wuh)
We spinning they block to block
He get packed up when I

Give me something original
Without direction defined
Unmarked by fame and fortune
In one frozen moment in time

That would flow without funding

It's sphere (fear), cause atmos (at most), they
Line (lyin) in da skies (disguise) man, it's
Clear, pathos (path), chemtrail (trail) on a plane (plain)

Continuum

At the Drive-In

in•ter a•li•a

2017

paper trail you've fawned over so much is just a dead language

Take your armor off
Play that executioner's song
What's the matter now
Are your feet

Mother Earth Father Thunder

Bathory

Nordland

2003

By womb of soil, the moist of dew
Born when sun was high, the day was new
And the raven soared high up in clear sky
The lamb will speak to you, when

L. A. International Airport

Susan Raye

16 Greatest Hits

1999

While I'm wondering where it's at I see a Paris diplomat
College kids are trying to get back home

Baggage car goes quickly by, I see my case and I

Roses in the Snow

David Pajo

Whatever, Mortal

A place where we can warm our bones
She said, but I am warmed by the singing
And I can hear my husbandman
Returning from his labor
And I have no food

chosen for the team
The moment might be Kodak but we know what it would mean
It was; clear as day, now settling in haze
Searching for a way, this perpetual

different trails 
Never looking back, the past has been setting me up to fail
I pray to God, in difficult times when I remember 
Pods are inside my ear,

And so the legend is continued
One mind, one pen, one instrumental

From young wolf to alpha
Made my bones by challenging my elders
My Alka-Seltzer,

It's Wintertime and the weather's fine
The snow on the woods and fields when I reveal... my snowmobile
Thrill by thrill by golly n' hill
Baby it'll

staring back at the tracks on the trail on an angel

No one should ever be so young, slighted by the treason of your tongue
Because no the scene has played

our fist
I is for incredible Z is for zeal, times that by 2 and that’s the real appeal
Why for the culture and to leave our mark, open up the door we

mirrors old you’s
Chill by myself cut off most the old crew, got a clear head as I napped on a cruise
Looking at blue cause I listen to blues
Come to terms

trail
Noise at the station like we upped the gain
Crates on freights waiting for the sleigh
Cuboid frames railing into their lanes
Blue benches to sit