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Painting open windows, that's all you ever do
Every day another memory, everyday another view
One mistake that took you to a room of 3 by 2
The four

on buses, one bag of clothes
Didn't shower you with love, I Katrina'd our home
Less calls by phone, you hold the voice messages
Heart growing cold the love

I know you're getting over it and workin' on your next step
Spent three cold weeks on a mattress and a sleepless head
(I know you're gettin' over

the paintbrushes (ah)
Twenty-three in drop Mclaren, honey mustard (skrrt)
I came, Dame Dolla at the buzzer

My youngin rag redder than a blood bath of roses

Fair war - INNER STREAM ( written by Inés Carolina Vera Ortiz  )

I´m sure the next time
I won´t believe
the lesson I´ve learned now 
forever will be

hear those songs - they just won't fade away I never will forget your shadow on the shade
Verse 3
You never knew my name - though you saw me once

Verse 1
I was lost I was so low down - I wasn't there by choice
Cryin' out for someone to love me - that's when I heard your voice
Chorus
Just in

see the new day? 
Three weeks on these endless roads 
My children have gone silent 
I can feel my heart  sinking  in my chest 
Outcast!
We, the unwanted

Lonely nights
Those days that passed us by
Pictures fill my mind
Of all I left behind

The morning light
Came creeping through those blinds
We

to survive, getting by
Wishing that there was somewhere else we could stay alive
If I was on some island
Holding it down with your friends
Get me out of this

No mountain I can’t climb
With my baby by my side
There’s no cross to bear, no storm that we can’t weather
 
Until the day I die
It’s me and you,

on the train tryna get my shit right 
I take the red line through the city watch the lights go by
I say hello to the preacher and then I say goodbye 
 
-Verse 2

your breath, count 1 2 3
Dive into the water while it's deep 

Rise or hit the ground below, hit the ground below 
Time to bleach old tomorrows, old

Rise up this morning
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying
This is

Give a fuck what you say, shoot
I'm a loser all day, shoot
Won't live till I'm grey, shoot
Take me to a better place, shoot
Put a gun to my face shoot x3

Conductor

Ayo, listen here, fifties in the Carti's make my vision clear
Rub the Pyrex three times, my coke genie appear
Pistol whip out your

make u a master 

law of attraction

We here by a fraction. 

Love over pressure 

널 걸어 트랙써

This my confession

이 끌림 something special

외면하지마 애써 

so

night
And I said

That love's out of season
There's a freedom taking us from here
And she's got no reason
To stick around if you're trapped by fear
She's

off (took off), no parachute (еще, еще раз) 

 Big whip SUV, shiny rims, window tint
GLE Mercedes-Benz, we three deep, so let us in (ah-huh)
My homeboy

the floor
A shriek comes down the hall
But hearing's deceiving
And sights toy with the mind
Two by three
On the floor imagining
Just fighting to live
Your

the end of time in copper or bronze
They'll last till the end of time and they can keep their clothes on
She was nineteen when she was struck by a threshing

when somebody leave, Ima always be around
Cus it's bloodline Kings but the crown is all mental
Legacy, fueled by, everything we've been through

I remember when you first met me
I was bitten by a big black bumble bee
You poured alcohol on my knee
I just sat and screamed
You made tators

the truth until now.
Three for one for all to see now.
The last abyss.
Everything you're searching for will close the door from the points below.
The voices