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Mixture.
Picture this picture that.
Observe.
Listen. 
What you hear.
What you heard.
Mold it into a.
Word.
Imagine.
It’s like heaven.
I say hee.
As my bird

God hates sin, and the unrepentant
There is a hell
It's in your own mind
And in your afterlife, you're still stuck over there
Create your heaven

of Heaven that I'm blessed with
Satan laughs
I'm destined
The more I pull away
The less control I have
I subconsciously dig my grave
I think about the days

miles. Ass is wild
Not a child. Woman, I am beguiled 

Out of luck, W.T.F?
Coz it looks like your face was hit by a truck

Hot from the front
Hot from

I am an empty jar
I am a wilted tree
I am a field overrun by vines and weeds
I am a broken vase
A harp that makes no sound
So why is it that when I

a young nigga finna
Chris Brown sangin'
Seduced by ya curves mama
Ima just say it
Give ya boy ya heart
And ill prolly never play it
This love shit a gamble

And Father Time became a child again
The galaxy, the universe
The darkness looming like a curse
The snow became a blanket heaven sent

Black-throated Blue,

you as a child when I woke up in bed
And I was warm and safe and
I remember rose gold
My memory, rose gold
You glowed all rosy when I saw mum and dad

know I've been a half of twin since I was born 
Rejected by peers, so no one to depend on
Was caught up in my emotions, feelings had me gone
Or so I

She couldn't believe he'd leave
She was so in love
She thought he was a gift
From heaven above

Until one day
He walked away
Left her a note
Attached

And beautiful to see
She's the angel in my sky
Sympathy
And paradise is she
I've found heaven
By her side

Warm and tender
Love surrender
Make my life so sweet

a fucking rager since before Cudi said it 
So many of us 
But he did, the one to represent us 
Let us
Know we're not alone 
In the search of Heaven
Open

my drink, I hit the block and i can’t steer
AR's loaded in the rear, he gone feel this cold steel
I rather work than sell my soul but nigga you know by

soak up all the rays

I know we haven't seen each other in a while
Just thanking God that I'm not an only child
I need a hero, I'm not calling Seymour

I am riding on your broken wings
Delivered by your tortured screams
Test the boundaries of imagination 
Torture of the mind, and the death

correction. Though, I'm only one guy
And no need to remind of how life is flowing by
Already 25 and no way to slow the drive
Gold-N-Brown is my child and I'm

family dressed up, preachin' jesus my child
February 7th, make sure that I'm allowed
Cause you know I'm comin' through, bitch I'm family now
You can bet

having fun
I'll build a house on this track so like Bonnie and Clyde we can live on the run

Time don't care
It goes so slowly
Passes by you
With no

Enshrouded in the coalescence of tongues unfamiliar to my own
Similar to barking in the heat by
The river on the east side
Worlds that we think we

to site worth
White speakers, white preachers
Black History from white teachers,
Who taught me that white people oppressed by a Kingdom,
They revolutionized

understand you move like fan
It's wild to me
You act like a child that's foul to me
Are you proud of me, say it louder for me
This for the people that's

the protrusion
Leaving but a shell
Poison running through her veins
Bleeding into every precious cell
She takes a stolen breath to hear his voice once more
Child

to hell my child
Therea no room In heaven for unruly boys like you

As every day goes by
How can we close our eyes
Until we open up our hearts

We can learn to share
And show how much we care
Right from the moment