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I feel like giving up on rap
Every time I turn the radio on its always bad
I sit there wondering if I'm a part of that
All the bars with no story

back home to the blessed
If they physically saw what I actually see they would mentally know what a mess is
But I deal with that like I've done
My mind

till the ending
Cause all we had was feeling
Of both our hearts beating at the same time
Love is ray Charles
I'm left to Stevie Wonder
What it Could've

The other day, I was sittin by the water
Mindin my business, drinkin a pina colada 
My favorite artist was singing on the radio
And that's when I saw

knew what I was looking for
I would've found it by now

You stress the significance of finding yourself
I'm not on the road or in the paperback books

98
Hit the blunt, enjoy the view
I gotta view regrets I keep looking back
I do my dirt by only only no entourage
Still tryin to get a 8 car garage

to fit their mold
They become you.

I am, no way
I'm not one of the slaves to your way
I am, they say, an original mind with no say
I'm not to stay, if

hear your voice
Or have your touch and kiss your lips
Cause I don't have a choice
Oh, what I wouldn't give
To have you lying by my side
Right here, cause

I'm stronger than you and i won't ever let a bitch break me
Im still in your head, Im still in your radio, don't give a fuck if you hate me
And all

la radio finché un bello sterminio sarà l'unico rimedio
E pare si purtroppo pare
Già non è un segreto
Sono liberi di toglierci il pane
E dimmi chi si

to days i drank nesquik
By the pool right after school we vibing to the radio
I'm, 9 years old and malleable to anything i do consume
Death, fuck a funeral,

on me and left me high and dry
Thought I might need a change more than just getting by

So with everything I owned tied down real tight
I pointed my

Cause that ain't no place for no Big ol Hoss
Big Hoss, Big Hoss, yeah that's what they call me
You'd call me Hoss too girl, if you ever saw me
Little Hoss

as a troublemaker but you know I’m still growin
Competition is weak, when it comes to me
Take a drag off the mic ya little wanna wanna-be
You don’t know what ya got,

just wanna go

Got a tank full of gas and a radio
Forty dollars cash and an old dirt road
But by the time I see that sun go down
I'll be so far from that

to lay in
You hearing what I been saying
I'm never not innovating
But I guess that's okay
But if you don't like it
Go out like Cobain
The people that love

So Roger sings this one and does a great job
- Thinking about skiffle, to me it was important if we're talking about our roots and what we grew up with

a verse I know I got a lotta flow
If it's going down then I'll be down man thas terronamo
Niggas say they got it they ain't got it like I got it though

life
Put it all in my tunez 
Chale

Now am on the radio
Like breaking news at 2
Try to take a walk in my shoes
I got 2 options for you
Suicide for you

never get played on the radio my music's to dark
On point, my pen is to sharp
I'm pushing through but it's to hard
This depression is a part, a part

they don't anymore
Under my bed, in a shoebox
Next to old newspapers, forgotten letters and socks
What was made for many has been enjoyed by a few
Into

Stretched by Creation’s hand
A tiny dot just moving through
Connect the one from me to you
What’s a thousand miles or two
On the lifeline?

Oh My Sweet Child

matter
When you feel all alone can't sleep
Just remember that you matter
In this life you're all I need
You need to know that you matter in this world
What

what fetching brings
Now recursive, walking, sketching strings
Rings ignored whilst dodging swings

Can't leave months hour-less
Dozen if possible; not