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dream

(Chorus)

Tied up & bound in the cords of our conviction
Got my bag of tricks & my pocket full of luck
Watercolor, paint by number, a reminder

better
I'm logging out forever, though I'm still your spell check
Keep jerking off into the night crying trying to find it
The answer, it just wasn't

cutlass cruise
while you trick and by them shoes.

Cutless, Bronco, Regal to the drop-top.
Custom detail Cold Chillin.
Yeah, we don't stop.
Rolling yeah we

a friend
It's one little thing start of the end
It's simple rhyming basics
I'm doing tricks like matrix
I'm tired of the fake shit
I'm doing what it takes

statuses 
That never tell you what truly is up with everyone’s statuses?
Or the time bomb that ticks up in fed up spirits
 Yet they still find a trick

hotter than mine
F is for fantastic use of my time

Hey check out my next party trick 
It's time for me to drop out again real quick 
I'm not cut out for

you know what ya worth
'Cause on the real, ya something special
Girl throw it so back, put in work
Your body bad like it was designed by the devil
I'm

in standard 8
Anyway, I'm feeling you I think we should engage
Tell where you Granma stay lets activate the Rands
Kairo is the one, but I need someone

Well I guess I threw away a year or two
We all misplace a few
The trick is not letting it ruin your day
Then the cycle continues
I'm scared to say it

her weight in gold
Make a playa fold
By her game shine
Fuck boys look
Don't even waste your time
A body like hers
Has gotta be criminal
You'd think she

looking up for
Staying by your side until the life ends I'm sure
Never playing tricks
No regrets on it
C'mom grab my body and pull me close to your lips
I

And I’ll reign over this fort
I won’t let you of all bring me down
Even if I crumble I won’t fall
I’ll keep building up till I’m guarded by my wall
I’ll keep

don't live in Fort Worth or Denver
But your thoughts spin above the trees
Omens portent and call me closer
Though they never speak of you
I can't hear

loud you won't hear no more
But I'm not a one-trick pony don't you know
You haven't seen the other half of my Hell-bound show
So build me a wall of sound

50 racks ina Fanny 
Feel like I won a Grammy I Was raised by my granny
Hot off a lick wit my brudda in a Cameory
My bitch a street fighter I call her

Mindless games, every day the same
Masculine power draining at its core
Taken by pride with nowhere to hide it's been you I've always adored.

don't expect a trick
To only come without the treat
You ever donate plasma
To be sure that you gone eat
It's hard to meet the finish
When you standing by

For naija we dey glorify struggling
They said it builds character while you’re buffering
Brains for the vision I hired the muscle in
Fuck

worth
Waste no sekond by the minute niggas doubling work
Had to cancel out some niggas sometimes shit don't work
It be the closest shit worst when they

met you in your prime
Cause what I'm seeing now is the essence of a dime
Resort to dirty tricks, you was scheming what you wish
If I could cut the ties,

I've Had Enough

Herbert Grönemeyer

Chaos

1993

The wages of sin, not worth spending on you
I'm saving up

Your scenery's flat and
Your show is so boring
It's always the same old act
The flowers

Nah im playing 

KP Coming out like this, making our own stuff not like them other tricks
Going straight to business, While showing out our brand new

and rent
I got paid on a so called 'Thursday' and by 'Sunday' night it was gone
That's how the 'weekends' are all spent
And when their calendar's got you

Flipping pages stressed out my grade's in the trash
Order up you pressing grounds cafe before a class
Best part of waking up call the name that's