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free us
He's us (yes, it's a must, we discuss)
He's us (and his love is based on trust)
He's us
(when you low and need a little pick me up
Say) he's us

The hell you need a chaser when
All this liquor is watered down?
Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat
Don't be so impressed by all
That fuck boy rap

make it
They would try to put me in a headlock
Had me by the throat (Never)
They would say I was a little boy, snot nose
Wrong path, I was dodgin' all

speed, got a pocket full of cash
I won't listen to a thing
Got it all figured out, chasin' money
Fuck a dream (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' bitches by the twos

is tired of selling drugs they
Got a little rap skills
They wanna put they shit out"
(Green Gang, bitch)
"They trying to get some money
Niggas tired

on the cross in a, total misery
Now separate Jesus from the cross so you can see
The truth about the cross, and the cross's history
The cross was created by

He's weak or stupid
Bro, blasphemy bro
How can you ask, bro
What, you you, bro the lighting strike finna get you
I'm not standing by, bro
How could you

Tell me why you're never satisfied
Are you just a little petrified
Are you tortured by your empty soul
Only trying to fill up that hole
All you people

beat that will knock me off my feet
Let's get a little out of control
Spaceage DJ gimme some Rock n roll
Something raw and rude for all the young dudes

Glory set in place in the heavens by the work of your hands
Crown him with your glory and your honor 
A little lower than angelic hosts you made 
Ruler

Keep it in your bedroom museum
We’ll trash the place to keep it clean
I’ll bury it with my dog in the yard
Paste it up on four little walls
Your

Heading across the lake in my little boat
A surface of glass
I am bound for a notch in the trees
Rotting wooden steps
It's difficult to see in

Trapped in a night club Haunted by the night clock baby Got nothing left to lose
Just a little lovin'
Never killed nobody
It heals the damage that is done

explode

Case closed
Case closed closed closed 

Just Keep your mouth shut
With your fuckin clean cut 
Perfect little hair that you stole from somebody else

discarded
Go fish

We must, stop this progress
Big gun filled with little men
We must feed our empty heads
To replenish
A meal so distant
A meal so distant

Hold me close or never be mine 
Hold me close or never be mine 
Tomorrow's not an option
By then the beguine'll have begun 
Hold me close or never be

of light)
Everyday you're dying a little bit more inside

Moments are running like the speed of light
The future will soon become the past

You can't turn

it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh
Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes
Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages
From collabos, ghost writin' for assholes

figure yourself quite the little bugger
In the butchers well kept keep when in honest truth
You're just another one of his blunt blades
Far too dull

Pop collar jockey
They say you got it down
You got your little honey
She was left by her daddy when she was young

Hardly anybody knows your name child

home)
Heading home where you belong
But it's been a little tough
(You're heading home)
Heading home where you belong
And I guess I'm not enough
(You're

it's cool
And in the dog days we'll have a swimming pool
Now doesn't that sound like a good plan?
I nice little joint on a piece of land
A place like

sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write

away

After all is said and done I look back
Nothing left undone, no tears
No regrets, lessons learned
But little benefit
Compared to what I could have