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to end this fucking pain
Sitting under the rain
Not knowing what to do
I'd blame the whole world
But I could never blame you
It's hard explaining
What's

focus by tomorrow morning
Still no vision clearer
I Wake up and I’m sitting near a
Mirror
And my chest is sinking
And breath repeating
Yea, who ya grabba

I’m having three different arguments right now
But I know you think these tweets about you
All I need is some common sense right now
You know that I

Tryna get a pound by the next day
Sitting in the hills like a sensei (I’m high as hell)
I kaffa like two (Two wait eh)
Brazil and a Spanish they be cool

Ayo what’s cracking
I’m sitting relaxing, sipping beers and just yappin'
‘Bout some city attractions, like the action that’s happenin',
‘Round

We sitting here I'm supposed to be the franchise player
We in here talking about practice
I mean listen we talking about practice
Not a game not not

through all my vices
My inner being Rastafarian (Rastafari)
Always one-hunnid, three times, you'll get Spartacus
What's with all you knock-offs,

(Let's just go out tonight)

Come on by my best Budweiser
We can hang and do anything 
This friendship has me wasted
I just don't want to feel a damn

militant
Keep some real ones in your cypher or you don't benefit
Give me 'bout three or four minutes and she gon' fall in love
You can call your mama

his business, woo, aye
Five hundred, three hundred days
Ancestors held down their chains, rest to the graves
Soul for a soul, my goal is to roll out

got all this hurt and pain just sitting on my heart
'Cause I remember our childhood days, picturing the scars
Try forget so I'm drinking every day

a class...
I'm just looking at the sky
sitting by the window
This is no time for
writing a book report
What I should write
about is my future
or love letters

their team went and bought sticks
About arsenals, your team never bought shit
It's not by force, be a goon
Cause there's no turning back when it booms

Now They Don't Ask

Payback Garcia

Brown Life

The first day, always had to get a fist in
It's funny thinking back 'cause we were only kids then
Sixteen years old, sitting at the Sheriff station
Detained,

true
Bad hoes undercover, they wanna love this brother
Cause I'm known to love the others while I'm under covers
That's just another nigga sitting stoop

Cassette Deck, Road Trip, Grand Canyon

Justin Sane

Life, Love and the Pursuit of Justice

I heard the cry out as the car came to a STOP!
A mix of panic, then relief on the edge of the Grand Canyon
Ten seconds later still sitting frozen we

Left your three-page letter
Sitting on the yellow dresser
You asked me to read it
Said it should make me cry
When I left you in the garden

And without Gods grace it could all crumble
Raised off three wings and fried rice
South West Philly shit gritty
I could have died twice
All for the money

more, ay
Pero quiero mis flores
Dinero Es Mejor Que Amores

I'm sitting in bed, in my mind I'm tortured
Quick with my pen, her eyes flick to my hands
I

swisher, strawberry swisher
Don't call my by my first name
You can call me Mister
Get some chronic, put it in a bag
All the cops, are on my ass
Roll

from the cycle
Here it goes -
Step 1. Be like everybody else that you see
Step 2. Go to college and get you any degree
Step 3. Gotta marry someone that

exhausted in a trance sitting, transforming on my rants flipping
Pens swarming over lads missing, chant charms to my class, listen
Now my hand's slipping,

She was sitting on the pavement
Passing time
Checking her phone three times a minute
Hoping for a sign
When nothing came she turned to watch

by the collar and whispers
Honey take me home.

3rd verse
Judy’s on the pool table
Giving o’l Johnny the eye
Sally’s in a fight with her boyfriend
Now