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You told a lot of lies about the situation
Don’t get mad, I’m speaking facts and now you gotta face it
Cause all that running ain’t gon’ get you nowhere

one man
Lookin' around for a clutch
Not a handout or a buck
Searchin' for somethin' that's real
Not just a pair by luck
They say I'm too white to be

Talking this and that but don't know shit though,
I was selling gas out of citgo's,
I've been broke i done shipped loads,
Through my highs and lows you will

niggas don't like me
In most of you petty
I've always been lucrative
You could meet me At Ruth Chris
In all black on some cool shit
Sipping on some henny

Happily Ever After

Corrosion of Conformity

Technocracy

1987

wrong
With me I've gone out and
Done all the things that
Were supposed to bring me
Harmony still not
Satisfied someone must
Have lied about this

an inability to remain happy, to be content 
Cause there's nobody else I'd rather torment 
I want you to do all the things that I couldn't do 
To laugh with

did, and I pretended not to care
Some people died and words were said, these words circulated in my head
And by eighth grade I had successfully made it

ask for all these mayonnaise

I'm going on a trip
Somewhere I've never been before
Blinded by the dark
In a elevator inside my mind
I ask myself

these lies you the type to tell these lies yeah yeah
And I know that you want me by your side
But I gotta live my life yeah I've gotta live my life
She

I'm thin air in a blimp I'm airing these parable scripts
Just to parody embarrassing shit that I'm scared to admit
And it carries momentum it's making

thinking we hold on to faith ‘cause that's religion
Misled by the same leader failing to see our vision
Failing to deliver the very things that they promised

and the vibrations echo to the west, a test for most to be aware of the infinite beauty in our Planet the rest are close but blocked by thoughts that make them panic,

And rode around for all these years
Singing songs wearing funny hats

I’ve met a lot people suffering from all kinds of things
Hanging on by a thread
And I

I've never been one to turn a phrase
Things don't come out the right way
But since I found you some things changed
These hands of mine want to create

a weapon
Imma kill em all I swear
I'mma save a grip and dip
I'll prolly blow up over there
Cause I'm making all these hits
It feels like yall will never hear

a life that they've filled
With some things that I feel
Aren't fulfilling at all.
I've got a condo
Check
West Elm
Check
Flatscreen
Check
Equinox
Check
Audi

First of all fuck you all that hate all the time
Your best solder can become a trader for a dime
The devil took a lot of shit but cant take from my

staying the same
Major pain delivered to ya doorstep
cmazing Grace with a prayer that can save face 
May Day
I've had enough
Most of y'all don't bring

And I know that ain't really acceptable but the exception here is that I'm cynical 
And I've been a fool cuz I believed in you even when I knew that you

heading straight for the top he goes in
Let me leave you with this, can't help but to reminisce
Of all the times that I miss, and all the girlfriends I've

yeah, my vibes still faceless
I've done bad shit, but I don't feel guilty, not at all
Sometimes placid, but still reckless, where my thoughts are?

Ghostly Girl

Jolie Holland

Springtime Can Kill You

2006

And the flowering weeds
Grow through the cracks of the city

And all these things will go
And all these seeds will grow
And you'll be home in the sky

the greatest story
Before all ages just check the pages, He's the only reason Im on these stages
God from God, Light from Light, true God from true God, get it

the greatest story
Before all ages just check the pages, He's the only reason Im on these stages
God from God, Light from Light, true God from true, please get