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can't stop it 'till they cop it. Welcome to the cock pit
I put my mask on second... Go ahead dissect it
I'm just tryna get by
All the times they've lied

dans l'sang, c'est l'destin
Fumée nocive dans le Starline
Oublie tout ça, vient on drive by
Accompagné de mes G's
On pull up toujours mais on speed

in the past
Time is nothing but a pile of broken glass
I need you and I need to explain
Years have gone by and I'm full of pain

Need you to save me

me love for the music, but defeaned my ears
Surrounded by people who sitting there anxious
Waiting for music
But watching the clocks on Salvador's

How wonderful that you stopped by
It’s been too long
You must join me for a cup of fresh-brewed oolong

I see you’re filled up to the brim
With some

All other love was just sand
That ran down through the space between fingers on my hand 
Back down in a pile of denial
And mistrust
When all of that was

A knock awakens you from your sleep
Terror
Brothers are here for your children
Who fights back will find themselves killed
Tied up
To a post

away

He overplayed his hand
Such an intriguing curiosity
Your head has been replaced by 
A venus fly trap

He's too non-charismatic to even be offensive

hit
By piles of flying reindeer shit
I made my list and checked it twice
And that's right
You're still a total dick
Even though our less-than-jolly

Take these torches, your Tiki torches
Let irony burn your whorehouse down
Eye of a needle can see your ego and
Your ganglia's hanging by your Khakied

leave school and recognize it now
In a moment of strength I Close my eyes and ran from the pile

Cramping my style that you don't even get that
My

Hailing from the 225 gravestones
Apply chill to bone
Sever rappers by their fucking throats
Just another ghost in your ear, snap
Back if you fear, that

sadder, can really pile on all the breaks
It’s a roller
It’s a coaster
Crazy rollercoaster ride
It’s a killer
It’s a thriller
Really got nowhere to hide

pile up in museums
But still we're too lazy too cut out the roots
Let's carry them, even slowed by rear boots
Worn, or shiny, let's be feasted upon

the kitchen
The West wing shut off by the guards
Personal Instructions from the Queen of Hearts
She's in on our plans to break the castle rules
Swinging out

a three day weekend what you thinking
What you sippin' on baby what are you drinkin'
Hit the pool, get some sun by the deep end
Or we could pile in

cut it short like I got to go
Coasting through this shit like what all of these bottles on
Thoughts up for the team when it pile on
So what I been on,

Even when the grind slow
Stack it up and pile doe
Rolling round the city with my killy thats my slime bro
Got my back for me, he do it main or the side

hit
By piles of flying reindeer sh-
And I made my list and checked it twice
And that's right
You're still a total git
Even though our less-than-jolly

Counting money by the thous let it pile nigga
Till I reach M's all ten toes staying down nigga
I see all you mans hoes in the crowd nigga
She blow me & I

wood pews
Somebody's watching over you
You're life is a neat little pile
Remember there's someone at your side
So try hard to see all the benefits

I could tell my arm was broken
As I woke up in a fog
I couldn't find my wallet
And my ring and watch were gone

My nose was sore and bloodied
My

It's with fondness I remember
Summer evenings as a child
We'd pile in our Ford woodie
And we'd head out for a drive
We'd roll down all the windows
So

night
Running from the sunlight
Focused on the rose gold rolly and a rolls
For the mandem by my side
In the city where the sins pile high

And every