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no te hagas mas cabron
No falta long back for the first time daddy's coming home
Gang of strong paper long three dots dancing on your dome

live or die
I swear I saw you walk on by under the arm of some guy in a suit
And tie looks like you're doing well
We locked eyes for a moment or two

of your bed, I'll be coming from underneath
What a luxury
Who the fuck gonna summon a demon
That be on my level
A peon I bet you
You'll bleed on your bed

Live by the gun so I know
It’s gone be the death of me
Just cause stepping don’t mean
They gone come and step with me
Stay loyal is the only way that

ops
Headshots all night
You hung with me
But you ain't live that life
You was home when we seen the street lights
She was shone with the guys late night

married I got hitched
No second thoughts this was it
Went home early one Thursday nigh you know what's coming that's right
She was with some other guy

So I

like that
A father of style
Molded from a golden child
Reaching for the silver lining
If Im tryna bring it home
I cant act like guest
Head

on the steps of her people's home
Al Shams Capone
Only bout 5 percent remain gangster
No gun
Bet he got a taser or a razor
Yeah this man flava
Besides high grass

And when I do open I feel alone
That's why I rather stay home
And take another blunt, straight to The dome
I can't tell you how to live your life,
I'm just

As I go thru my life I try hard to make my way
I find what really works the best  Is to live day by day
The future becomes the past and most things

in me
Nearer, nearer my God to Thee

I wanna be
I-I-I wanna be completely Your

Knock, knock
Who's there
It me Father
I'm coming home

If you cast my

on the path where my feet aren't candlelit
Yeah, I'm a lost soul, I'm a lost soul strumming my mandolin
I'm Your guilty servant

Yeah, but I'm coming back home

Lay down and decompose

I feel for Dolph, as we return to home
His past is more than most could stand
I know he fears he's not strong enough
But I'm his

have to come sedate me
Saturday night like Swayze
I'm never coming home
Been a lot of red flags waving in the air
Every time I see you now you never seem

Damn fam that's like the third time troll just passed by
I ain't gon lie we been bumpin out this bitch for so long, bih, a bih had to put a bih on us

like stairs
Not cool All true
Hustlin' work and school
Rocked 40 hours on both 'em too
Gotta push through rent and home work due
Wanna live good but it

of the night again
Then you told me not to ever fear for our lives
You kept me waiting for my last breath
Coming to the end of where it all began
Selfish is

a get me a chomo (believe that)
Then whoever it was got my mobile home towed (motherfucker)
Next I'm coming for your ghost writer and them repoed flows

on the phone, ask him
When he coming home baby bottle pop my heart sour
And steal like some chrome
All my lyrics from the dome dopest out here in the O
I ain't

needed a band he put a package on top of that,
If you came up short yea he cocking that.
You want to live I never forgive,
If I don't see you in seven

And they don't wanna see
They mama cry anymore
Everytime they coming home
It's like they made off tour
Man I don't wanna do this Anymore
No no
All this pain

a future so bright
Doing what I can with Faith and Prayer so nice
Family coming together because the blood is so Wright
Native American flow All I know is

him as a baby,
And when I'm coming home man he better bow
Or we'll both have to dress as the real slim shady

Sike, I'm having fun, I'm chill enough

to grieve 
Did you ever taste tequila and a half-remembered sin 
As the kingsnake and the rattler do battle once again

That rattler makes his home inside