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throws the earth 
Down to your grave
You don't come anymore
The dream is over

The mourners are real
I'm gonna be sick
From the fake at the funeral feast,

that it's real
and I feel it every day

And I'm not gonna lay no story on you, girl
if my story wasn't true
'Cause you must know by now, I wrote this

hearing the birds sing
No longer feeling like shit 
Wondering where the time went 
No longer being trapped by the government
No longer feeling like

you call up these reserves
Sometimes they tell me I'm afraid 
Yeah it's true, and pretty lonely too

Sitting by the candlelight
There's so much life

I'm enticed 
That matte lipstick so nice
Wish you'd make up your mind 
Why not give it a chance?
See you're nervous 
Can tell by the way that you glance

need to fall
I need to rise, I need to call your name
And
Know I'm not alone

I need to write my song for you
Imprint it on your heart
I'm gonna wait

hundred
So Sing out all my lyrics at your family function
You must remember I'm fucked in the head
That Beckenham gremlin doing drugs in the shed
Don't need

say a word
I got a shard of glass that screams "I will be heard"
When the lights go out I'm gonna kill everything
You and I were nothing but a slip

Plus I'm not even feral, not bottom barrel, I still sing songs like a holiday carol
Smile no snarl, not cautious careful, growing out hair like a man

I'm not a Zapatista and I'm not living on the front line
I'm not a peasant farmer, I've never worked my fingers to the bone
We're singing songs

I'm just trying to do my shit
So why you trippin' on me
I ain't stepping out the yard
Unless the bag guaranteed
Gonna by my mom a house
And have her

it's not what you need
It's a music surgery. You need my music surgery, yeah
I can always sing if it calms you down
Play this when you sleep, let my

the harvest of this season
We will rejoice together; Sing with one voice together
This fertile ground is gonna yield thanksgiving

Lord, let me be your fertile

it's gonna pour and rain
Lemme say it so you understand
I work so hard what is luck if you just follow plans
Only worry bout money and music that's all I

Tell me all the lies that I left inside your mind
I know that it's been so long
4 AM, I'm not that strong
Where the fuck was now my home
When it all

simply skim the surface when He tells you, 'It's not good to be alone'
I sing this from sufficiency of a peaceful, loving home

Here I go! I'm doing this

And I'm working on my voice
But the will to sing out presents a difficult choice
It's not the fear of pompous critics or of being ignored
Or how this song's

love, also I love

I turned my back on all
I'm not gonna return, listen
I want to sing to everyone
How it feels to be in love

Finally alive

on really Give a F***
Don’t play with Whom bruh yeah you G!n d!e

I Got GOD By My Side
I’m a Miracle Of The Ices
Merry on This Sliding Yet
He blessed me with

drugs
I'm better now

Another life has been abandoned
For the appetizing tales of
What is on the other side
His cry for help unanswered
The warning sings

shove it down your throat
Never force it I just got it by default
In this life I cannot tell who friend or foe
If the vibe ain't feeling right I let em go

gonna run out
By eight a.m
I'm starting to worry
Oh my God
I just slammed
The rest of them
I gotta go, man
I better hurry
I want
The breakfast

the only place I wanna be is by your side
But know that I'm gonna have to comply to do it every time
Not sure if I'll take the right step
Cause I can't even

will fire up the media
And the only secret that I'm gonna keep is that
Fake "I love you"s were staples of my career
I still called it love, but put my