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If I fall
Don't give me your hand
I know you're not my friend
Do Do
Do Do
Do Do
Do Do
Seasons change
Where were you last may
Through the shine

sight empowered by
Your divine strength
Blastin open ya third eye and seventh sense
Unavoidable because my atmosphere's immense
A hole in ya ozone
I'm

Midnight and you're knocking on my door saying
I need you but I ain't falling for your shit
Hands down, I can tell that you are not playing
But you

you my jacket if you're cold
Warm up your hand if you will hold
No, there is nothing I won't do
Cause maybe you
Could be the one that makes us two
By

some sort of sign
that this isn't it
And I could find something more than this
I'm staring up at the light from a hole
Dug by my own hands
Do I climb out

you better make sure that that's right,
•Bitch give me some respect, before I start acting like you ain't a black life,
•All these niggas say they

time but this device of wantonness and wit.
Make me this present then: your hand in 
mine, 
and we’ll live out our lives in it.

dark night
But don't go down under
Will you give a helping hand when needed
'Cause you got eyes
Just like mine
And with those eyes
There's a lot

A way to fill you up with a sense of love, and then shoot you in your heart like you just a dove
It ain't love that you feelin so give it up lovely
It

wishy-washy
Thank the Lord every day I wake up, he still got me
Wish I could turn back the hands of time, and change something
But knowing what I know today I

my inner
She knows that I'm a sinner
I'm missing the taste
Hands around your waist
Chain around my neck
Yeah, I'm shining like a star
Baby stop talking

Jesus Christ
Born sinner
I wish I was higher
A little sage inside a blunt that I could light by a fire
Ya know smoke some good vibes
Maybe gettin

You got the world in your hand
And you still throw it
Picture that, matter fact
The situation shows it
Nothin bad, you're on track
You just gotta own it

Sandy happen, 
Barack flew over the rock, n**** I remember it 
Whoever did me wrong, swear to God, I remember it 
Know your history 
Wont repeat again

of constant infliction
But I'm holding the knife
Loss of sanity my prescription That I give to my life
Cause I'm bounded by chains of Silently been living in

bitch favor Tori Brixx
Tryna call it quits
Before the blitz get me 20 winters
And I still want smoke wit my daddy oops
Maneuvering the Glock
In 40 belows

of you
Am I capable really, to leave you alone?
Give me a call, and I will not answer
Open up your eyes
Hope to die when you sigh
Hope to fall

bigger
Work jump like tigger
Let my light shine out
At the pulpit I pitch
No distraction like Jonah
Getting swallowed by fish
No praying hands
I'm blessed

you love something, give it a name
Compliments and a hand to hold
Your skin's cleared up
You seem happy
Living in the ghost of our old home
I sat still

hand
I give it to you now, better take it while I'm still around

Cuz I'm just gonna feel pain for a couple days but then I'll set my mind straight
Yeah,

ship, won't look back
Tell them no right or wrong, then it goes out the other ear
He can't get enough, of this lifestyle, hand out by chance
More ebb than

you scared
These the words they don't want in your ears
Make money they don't want you to care
Nothing to fear they don't want you aware
Hand up

I see the world through different eyes 
I don't see myself in these times 
It's not for me, not within my hands 
I'm not your friend, I'm a plastic

My guitar and I by your bedside
Our memories flashing back to life
Searching through my mind for a song you'd like
But nothing really says goodbye