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years away for school, I took this trip by bus
And one time the winds were so strong, they cancelled the trip on us
So my old man twice drove across

Mama, after another long day
We can see you by the oven
A sight that melts our troubles away

Papa, with the kids put to sleep
It ain't those old

reason to stay
Would you notice if I died
It's just another day
It might be time to fly to the moon
I can tell by the silence
My choice disappeared
With

It came upon the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth good

Been hiding all day from everyone else
But you try so hard just to hide from yourself
Like Bob in mid-August, returning in spring
With a new face

the beginning
Two dates every week just to get to them sheets
Bragging to his homies for putting the Baby i her stomach
Couple of days you up and running
The kid

out by the morning
Better get her 'fore she a goner
These days I just be wrapped up with my pad and pens
Fuck tryna make amends
Niggas thought I'd let

Boy yo momma did a hell of a job raising you
You can't change me pop Im 34 years old
If you wanted to change me
You should of been there when I was

that this was a good idea?
I don't know the answers to any of your questions
I just know that society is collapsing under its own weight

Limbo, stuck

Her hair is as red
As the flames are in hell
She's raised by the devil himself
Her eyes like sapphires
As told in the tale
That no-one is left

Tell that girl just bring her crew
Cause my homie's need love too
Just don't bring no attitude
Catch me drifting lifting off
Need a good vibe's all

feel so unfazed by everything
But you help me go through the motions
To feel good emotions
Whenever you're envisioned in my brain
The clouds start

Nah
Nah
Nah, fuck it, I ain't-
Nah fuck that lil goodbye I'm not goin'
Nah fuck that lil goodbye I'm not goin'
All the good guys, they are not

that shit dummy
It's kinda crazy how fast time go by
I used to think I need a man who knew what poor was like
Now I skip that shit just listen to these

the old Cart of the Blart
They will remember that soon comes the end of days
Or does it?

all the old scars
And I feel the pressure that you been taking
But I killed everyone who ever faked it
Almost been an year since you felt love
It's hard

Nothing's changed here
Though I believe all good things will come in their own time
I been just a waitin
While away the days and starry nights
As if

through)
Look at what money make a bitch do on time man

I was raised by the old school
Hustling was the go to
And niggas bangin' drums to show who really

till I crash
Taking a hit of the gas
Putting this into the track
I was off my bullshit
Slipped in a bit of a lapse
Tried to leave the old me behind
But

O-O-Ok

I hope everyone had a good time
This took a while, I did all this by myself so you know
Imma go to bed

you
Know that you are loved
My old friend
Until the very end
We've had some good times
And some bad ones too
I just wish that I
Would have never said

for me

Not sure what we want from life
But we're doing it side by side
Oh what a time to be alive

When will this become the good old ways
When it

rising in the town square
Sammy, are you in there?
Think twice, Sam
Listen to my advice
Think of Columbia
Beautiful wife
In the old days, you were generous

a quote from Niyah G
Tonio remember the old days sippin' Zona' tea
Me & Keith ridin' in that' Benz with the leather seats
Greatful for all the people out