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but they can’t hear mine
Falling down, feeling empty, this emptiness
Doesn’t yield me much power
All the day, barely living enough to die
These seconds

done and a lot I haven't seen| Well I'm no expert by any means| I've been around enough to know| |Chorus: There's nothing in a bottle| Nothing in a pill|

8 (damn)
And my corner got about fifty niggaz on the grind chasin the cake
So that route I can't go
Even though we cordial, I might step on a toe,

how your way keeps pulling me closer and closer
and all of your ease and charm, i just can't get enough of my cool one 
 
you're just like a song i sing

to


Unless you raise them high

Your little white

Your little white flags


Suburban self-demolisher's suicide pact

She can't get close to death unless she

They serve at counters made of chocolate glass
Perfume lingers as they wander past
Sexy music grabs you by the loins
Feel the magic as she spends

You might mek enough money 
for a packet of cigs, cos
There's a thousand bands for a hundred gigs
Now if you do get a chance to plug and play
There's

the blood again
You can’t get enough

My mother made me
My mother made me
My mother made me
My mother made me

Can you tell me 
Mother maker 
Why did ya make

I'm missin' all the times you'd hit my line
Baby you're too fine yeah
I need you by my side yeah
Alright yeah
I'm sorry if I'm not enough
But without

a cop, he had a family
He didn't know her
Didn't know, didn't know, didn't know

Intrusive thoughts run through my mind
When I'm out alone, hands by my

and hit with my hands
Stop with the chaos
I've cause enough in this lifetime
All I got comprehend I need a life line
I'm not the same boy from 99 turning 5

Feast up on chinchilla uh
It don’t get no realer
They can't believe I’m not a dealer
Hit the 'noco, get a fill up
Breakin’ kush down in the swisher

on the crutch sliced up the dutch
Fill it with the fruit of your
Labor once it’s ripe enough
I know, brother, time’s are tough
New times same as the old times
OC

Enough money for gas in it
But we won’t compromise our soul
On these mics we hold you can’t deny us
For miles we roll to different locals
To rip it for

them a steak
But I can never get enough for the plate
And I'm never giving up 'cause it's fake, I gotta make it
As long as there's still breath in my

girl, I need ya

Feeling like I'm out of my mind, 'cause I can't get enough
Only one that I give my time, 'cause I got eyes for ya
Might make

your mansion, it’s too full of pets
I hate that I must now get home to my wife
As I can’t deny you’re the great love of my life
 
Put us in the madhouse

the trail is rough
I shiver to the bone because They'll never get enough
The bloodhounds howl in madness,
A choir cry in whipped despair
I hark and hear in

passing through
I'm gonna say, "Wait, have you seen the view?"

Wait, have you seen the view?

Can't get any bigger
Better, better
Have you seen

friends, that's it
Give me a chain and a car, bitch I'm tryna get rich
And he's tearing tracks up, so they call me Jack Rip
And you think you know Jack, but

why do they ask
why can’t they see
not enough time has gone by and I'm still not me
they don’t understand
the burden I bear
why were you taken so

12 King Pimp Commandments

Kool G Rap

The Pre-Kill, Vol. 2

2012

a
better kind
11: you're only expected to keep a woman a term of four years unless
You're fortunate enough to get re-elected
And if she leaves before her

The Rooster

Atmosphere

Sad Clown Bad Fall No. 10

2007

to poke holes. 
He walked over, sat in the dialogue and called at Dolores like some kind of dog (hey girl come here)
She can't believe it, she's done, she's

Summer Song

Atmosphere

Wish You Were Here: Love Songs for New York

2002

and stare at the space
For the flesh that you gave just to get a taste
It goes... nothing comes close
Scream of the smile and choke boy choke

Passion