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with lancets
Bloodied mouths
Bloodied towels

Dear Mia
The million pilgrims they await
With blood trickling down their mouths, necks, garments
Shall I

It shows itself
In how little I talk about myself
You make me question whether it's a good thing
To think that something broken
Should be put back

rapper yi sose
Titi de kebbi de bauchi de Gombe
Omo onile ni ibile file Danjuma Goje

Total silence ti Ibile ba walk by
Le ko korin mo warn nigga I'm not

the muscle
Grind til the finish line and stay on ya hustle

On a million dollar mission trynna find a way to get it
Dodging bullshit opportunities and false

want to be two steps back
I've got a million things to do
Running through, through, through it all
And I don't know where I begin
Where I am going's

ain't a damn thing funny

Sometimes you gotta pick sides
Life ain't a game we just try to survive
It's wild in these times. So I ride with a squad
Y'all

Only a hated man has to worry about his rights
You see the world through a telescope with puny little eyes
But you should know one thing it was never

Take my hand and don't be scared to move now
Oooh
Move now
Ohhh
I say don't worry bout a thing just do the little you can
Cos the journey of a million

to find my way
No lesson
Heart missing
Only thing I've found
Is inconsistence
Tell God I'm on my way
Tell God I'm on my way

Break into a million pieces

you want
What you let pass you by
Tomorrow returns to haunt
There are a million sob stories
Waitin' to be told
The universe don't give a damn
What you

Sometimes days go by and you can't catch your breath
A million fearful thoughts go running through your head
But just as you begin to drown in your own fear

can hear this know that've I've been touched by 
“Copperline” maybe a million times 
Memories under a new moon shine

It's okay to like James Taylor

of weeping flood out of your side
That you couldn't wipe
Hold me
Together we will get by
Darling, you know you're free to fly
Through million troubles you are

and the next one
Until no Christian is in view
Millions displaced fifty two thousand Christians killed too
In the last fourteen years
The killing of Christians

without division 
Just wanna feel alive 
Forget the petty things of life 
Just breakaway be free to be me without conditions 

(PRE-HOOK) 
I wanna go

Guess me see di picture
Vision getting clearer
Cuh di soldier pon a mission.
So me nuh need no pistol,
But yes me need a hit song.
One or maybe millions

own Metropolis
And he still hustle with dominance
Niggas fake and I can tell by the pics
Instagram should take down your page for all those

finna press escape
And my feelings are a room full of great debates

I couldn't stay on Facebook for 5 minutes
Without seeing some shit that made me log

On the stage
Turn on your brightest light
There go a million trees
Covers for my Cds
I'm a consumer therefore I consume
I buy a lot of things so gimme room
Being

the season is on

So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all used up
Break open your million dollar weapon
And push your

Making short term goals when the weather folds, huh
When I hit a million I'mma still buy fake gold
You seen Stranger Things, the Will in me won't

anything
Better buy that bitch some shein, she tryna join the team
Fine by me
Shit, you better let her leave

Holdin' that bitch hostage a real thing
Yellow

of my kind
Woah million people in the street
Woah screaming conspiracies
Woah won't tell you it'll be
Woah if they ran the country

I just hate the way

Woke up this morning on the wrong side of town
Dirty hotel room I take a quick look around
Dazed and confused I can’t remember a thing
Except that