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Wanderlust

Björk

Volta

2007

I am leaving this harbor
Giving urban a farewell
Its habitants seem too keen on god
I cannot stomach their rights and wrongs

I have lost my

lyin
Lift your soul not your pride
Know lion, know lion
Hear the roar not the cries

From birth, my hearse occupied by a King with the heart of
A lion,

the rain overflows
It keep time for the metronome pace
keep me in line wet dimes in my face
It be keeping me on point with my aim
It keep me wrought for good

with pep
See? I'm a rockstar, I got the moxie
To debt collect by demonic proxy!
AUTOPSY! Call the coroner!
This crockery's come for your soul, sir!
I got

with pep
See? I'm a rockstar, I got the moxie
To debt collect by demonic proxy!
AUTOPSY! Call the coroner!
This crockery's come for your soul, sir!
I got

So suck my soul then enter the demon
I'm depressed so I'm done with the cheating
No more talking cuz you know I ain't leaving
You know I ain't leaving

faith brother man we gonna find the peace
By any means
We sharing greens
Smoking trees
My love so vivid when it's written
By nas 
East side where we

kick my feet before I swing
Choked by the decisions I made to burn the house for freedom
Blood in eyes, my tears dry, why should I cry
When death is

like the lottery
Eternally for your soul it's a robbery
My God He holds the globe and the economy
Imparted life in my book of psychology
I'm thanking

of you I'll do it with my right hand
See I've been known for how different I do this shit
Full of soul how my lyrics and my music is
Full assault you'll

That's why you see we gotta thank God, y'all
For niggas like Ice Cube
Cause they'll tell the record straight
(Yo, my man's a prophet too)
Yo, god, you

Venture through the necropolis
Only to be greeted by
Anger and pain
A presence unwelcome
A soul not worthy
Bludgeoned, slashed, and burned
A body

Lucifer's high earl of despair;
leading his demons out of the Sign of the Goat.
My immortal glory shines as the blood is spilled on the cross,
My will shall

on my motherfuckin' snappin' shit, flow higher than average
Bruh told me get on my grit and guess what, Rick, I'm back on it
Spittin' it for

crying
Soul singing the songs
My past breathing down my neck and shit
The same way I'm on my dreams ass
Boy watch me catch this bitch
I'm grabbing her by

Close my eyes my mind is a kaleidoscope
I am in a trance third eye take a glance
Pull into the harbor hop out then we tie the rope
Buy the boat for

splitting inches off a ruler
To be judged by, file pressing consider my style, metric

That means stop biting my shit
That means start writing your shit

Fallin' harder for the wrong girls 'cause it felt right
Tryna right my wrongs like my name Earl, I'm on sight
That's word to my nigga Larry
Bitch, it's my

I'm scarred
Play this Earl Nightingale I'm working on my THOUGHTS
Cuz thoughts become things, MIND, BODY, SOUL, GOD that's my figure four
While my

made, mess it made, mess it made

Another lonely little spud
Potato in my soul, potato in my blood
French fries for eyes
Deep fried what's good?
Couldn't

Kurt Kobain

Proof

Searching for Jerry Garcia [Bonus DVD]

2005

and he speak back
Wish my first son was here to reach at
Feeling detached
My brother Earl, and Wayne, that bail money for jail, y'all can keep that

the creek
By the time my words
Reach your hands
Speak easy in return
Like my soul is on your sleeve
Stuck like honey

This for all my haters and my demons (Unh)
I don't fuck with silicone
My whole circle all natural nigga We don't fuck with silicone

Keep it a benny

and I'm petrified
This barrel is goin to crush my soul
I'm sick of hearing songs on Spotify
It's like the opposite of Rock & Roll
Down by the Jacaranda
Down