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imbued with strength
And I push back with all my might
This victory is well within my grasp

I see you, my enemy, beckoning
My soul is my own, begone from

The toe bone
The foot bone
The heel bone
The ankle bone
The shin bone
The knee bone
The thigh bone
The hip bone
The back bone
The shoulder bone

Home is a moving target
Carried by a stiff breeze
Sometimes I find it
Easier to let it carry me

These days are on fire
And I wasn't ready for
I

Celestial mourning
A gentle warning shot
Catch death in orbit
Let the storm in
I guess they say it’s Stockholm Syndrome
This is not my home by a long

story for me 一緒に連れてくFamily

My people 着る prada
血は通わねが brother
死にたくねぇけどやっぱ
毎晩 last supper
ジーザス cross on the back
神も宿り出す rap
懺悔も贖罪 I don't need
ただ俺によこせよな mo

smash
And she never complain 
Just back it up in your own lane
Shake that body 
Make it rattle and roll
The way she taking control 
You think she dance

to watch into it’s crimson eyes
To join the feast
To sin once more
To devour life
To thirst for more
Here we go
Back on the prowl
Once I hid in a world not

the stress, by putting pen to paper
My mind it climbs like I'm meant for greater 
Keep skywalking Anakin or Vader 
Join the dark side maybe later
But it's going

In the night
I'm the dark
I'll go back 
To the start
Rehearsing violence 
known by heart
Pick a side
But don't you start

Thanks a lot
Wipe the snot

of as a child
But it's enough to get us by at least for a little while
I've always been chasin' down some kind of mystery
Like something got caught in my head

Ready for war
Bustin ya jaw
Bustin ya head
Left em for dead
Nobody saw
These niggas ain't on
Yall only cool by extension
Walking around with extensions

the dick is a 40 
Imma make a mil before my age read 40 
Just by writing down my thoughts play back recording 
Same bitch on hold bitch keep on holding

tell ya bout that boy Jon Doe
With his tummy rumblin
Got a sister back home
And his mom's a junky
Blowin through the cash flow
Aint no luck job huntin

bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce
My girl hate PETA, you ought to see her eat my meat bruh (Yuh)
She feeling loose off tequila
She down it by the liter (Whoa)

hope for dreams of skyways through the night
Brace the storm, but I can't let go
Make up your mind, she's slowly
Moving on, leave it all behind
The days

Let me tell you the tale
Of a clockmaker's fate
Who found his love at a fair 
And promptly fell for her

To win her hand
Crafted a piece of art

a night

By the sea is where I vowed to seek shelter
Sharing secrets with the whaling women of the night
My momma said call out to the waves they felt you

i threw on top myself

Coffin can be found, in the rain surrounded by clouds
Dont wanna go back cuz the pain permanently bound
To the cold, distant

to realize
Just like a cowboy needs to ride
Needed her there by my side
For the rest of my days
So I pulled a diamond from the pocket of my old jeans
And I

That's me, all day
Ya yae yaaaeaa
On god
I'll beat your ass if you talk behind my back, like a quarterback 
High school star with the A-team ass hole

Adios
I been drinking smoking my eyes dizzy
But in case you tuning I’m about to get real busy
Tired of leading the blind to come with me
I strayed

Find my way home
Every time I turn around
I face the choice of the weight of the world on my back or an anchor's weight to the depths
Find my way

politely
But, get off my back or I'll end you precisely
I'm underrated like Holly Flo Lightly
And always do it live like Bill O'reilly
Smack out the beat

Songs about travelin' and women and friends
And all of those songs that we have written 

Bumpin' round these back roads late for work
I've been workin