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an off-white toe-tag created by Virgil

Lipstick stains on the murals. Red spray-paint drippin' off of the fine-art
You can't tame the infernos. We're

that I give up
Oh the thoughts keep me awake
The smoke it fills my lungs
Ya I scheme the night away
Plot the future I will pave
Warm yourself up by

at the workman's disco
We boutta get groovin', now get your tails moving
Certified and cruisin', let's get this place booming

Don't you already know babe?
All you

Is it right or wrong
Try to find a place
We can all belong?
Be as one
Try to get on by
If we unify
We should really try
All this time
Spinning round

there right where you stand
I’m a young gangstar who got schooled by his grandpa
He gave the wisest words a guy my size ever heard
And now I’m giving that

give a single fuck about me everything thing I did you just took
And left me guessing was I
Was I bad, or are you mad
Wrong time wrong place
Guess we're

There once was a lady
Living down by the ocean shore
Everyday she would beg the waves
To give her what she'd been searching for
Never had she found

when I was in the closet making mixtapes?
Out there throwing bread to the birds
While yo momma and yo homies can't even eat!
This place was built for

alway,
even unto the end of the world
Look, he is coming with the clouds
Look, every eye will see him
I watched as he opened the sixth seal
There was

a little rude, a little condescending 
I truly understand, your looking for confessions. 
Like What really happened, who was right there. 
I can tell this

someone is really shaking
By someone it’s my place, i can’t find the navigator
I say to someone hey
Just to feel if i stay
I felt so bad about the fact
That

on it, no
Nigga Believe 'only' I worked that made a seed of me
I been there with the gees pon it
In a session breathe
In the Mary(jay) breathe

Folding

place has its bad apples
You've heard some negatives but we are not defined by bad cattle
No kuno we contolo, youth's are raging war
Against corruption,

that you and I adore
And I'll never take more, than I give
Fifty Fifty that’s how I want to live
Next to you

We went so many places
Driving ‘round,

ain't there
I might change but I'm still stuck in my ways
I fear the day that you don't mention my name
But, guess I'm to blame I always stay by my

want to fly,
because it's not fun being on the ground, you know;
because, I take too long to get to any place   and
I get tired often.
Here we go again.

By these sucker crooks
And sucker me
A lil push was all it took
Now look
Lyrically untouchable
Literally sinner
All the sins I’ve committed
But somehow

We can Blow bud on the black sand beach
Please Don’t label me a thug by the black mans speech
I’ll give you a hung to see these black hands reach

Do not allow yourself to be weighed down by ego and pretense
Let go of what you fear to lose and rise up
Hey
Return of the great
Return of the man

Yuh
Yuh
Yuh uh, Yuh uh
The plaques on my wall where I sleep
The weed residue on my jeans
The bag is made by Louis V and I still want more
My girl is

Telling me you want some closure
Love is sweet but all sugar tastes the same
Wanting me to come back over
You never get why I left in the first place

Some like to stroll in Piccadilly
Or in Regent Street or Leicester Square
But I go with Dick and Jack and Billy 
To a place not far from there

As long as I face oblivion with you there by my side
And we’ll dance up into the void as our hearts beat and collide
And nothing could be more beautiful

been pierced by the lies
Fell in two halves
Cannot bind again

Stay as strong as I can
To myself
Don't need no friends
Not wasting the inner energy
Keep