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Dragged right under
It fills her lungs yeah.

Hot pink in the mirror
Wanna be thinner
But her bodies not with her
To the end.

Hiding marks from the night

HEcRT SURGE

Did it hurt to be so kind
Stretching your arms 
Your track marks to hide
Dressed up in all your charms
Wearing someone else's heart

cfterglow 
Written By: Mark Matters

When I feel 
Like kickin' ass
It doesn't matter
Where I'm at

cll I wanna
Do is blow
Yeah, feel 
The afterglow

follicle
This marks the start of the luteal phase

[Verse 3]
These ovarian changes
Occur at the same time as uterine phases
Tissue and blood are shed
During

do it
'Cause two times 222 is 444, oh man, I knew it
I was bound to cut my math class, I just couldn't get into it

It's a big club, we're dancing

times
You can count on me with your life
I can't say how I spend my nights
Been six hours, I'm still on the mic
I feel like a champion, feel like I'm Mike

Every where I go
I leave a mark
Like it's noted
Mile high club
She boarded
So much soul
But she had
Souled it
Shorty rode that train
She got old quick

I'm riding on this bus, on this road of life
People come and go, some leave without a strife
Faces that I've known, some faded with time
Some stay

and a mirror so sacred
I look to myself and wonder why I'm so distorted
I'd rather be by myself and bring my own peace been trying to chill with myself since

before this night's done

The staircase in the long room
The heads that line the hall
Across the bridge, the bullet holes
Mark the columns and  the walls

have been this

Have you seen the insides?
Because they're just not right
I found a flood mark in the corner
Made by a hole found in the wall
Every

turn around
I'll drown that nightgown frown for thee

God cared not what time it was
Without reason, just because
He knew the outcome from the start

I work hard I blow up 
cnd it's all I know

Follow my lead
Been a long time and still making this heat
Damn how could it be
Borrowed the crown from

on these niggaz neck 
Turn down for what

You a mark ya girl a bird you niggaz Keep dreamingYa OG ain't show 
You shit you a waste of semon

Catch flights

conscience down

And come the time
For coins for eyes
No beggar ever gets relief
Oh the script is written
By whispers on the wind

Guiding the hand
That holds

Went from rhythm and blues to rapping rhythm in the Blues
Thinking back to a time before Fortune lost his fortune
There was MauMau, way before he brought

front of grace and god and everyone
We know what you've done

...and on behalf of all assembled here,
To mark the end of this illustrious career

But I'm

wont know of me
You can ask me about my sign 
Or what my palms read
Twas on the sidelines taking my sweet time
Hope they aint noticing 
More focused

Fear of my youth fleeting thee
Yearning for immortality
Preserve this sacrilegious life
Infinite sand through the hourglass of time

Scriptures
Of my

on the stove
Leave her eggs scrambled
Leave her hair tangled
In the end she say thank you
With her legs in the air & her ears by her ankles
Earn my stripes like

know our love life didn't go to plan
Go as planned
And baby you are so far gone
This won't be the last time you hear this song
You can run away but I

out I’m just waiting
I gave now I take (I take)

mark dates with red letters
me time is all treasure
free wine tastes so much better
self medicate

Boy you just drunk you were never sipping hi tek 
Get a lump sum 
Niggas mad hella jealous I guess  
I need Maison Margiela mark the progress

Verse

I'm doin donuts in the cul de sac 
Tryna leave a mark 
Burning rubber , like im burning pain 
Soaring like a hawk 
Yeah my mind different 
I hang ten