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from his past
He fell head first bad in love
It's the call of karma's law
She hooked him up
Oh baby, not just 'round her finger
She's got him wrapped

a hater but his girlfriend Trynna have sex with me
Thought you were the one even thought about a wedding ring
Now I'm by my lonely and I'm on to better

to the pocket

I'm about to run his pockets, I'm about to plug his sockets
Been down by three, but I'ma score three
There's really no other option
And I'm

He lay face down in the desert sand
Clutching his six-gun in his hand
Shot from behind, I thought he was dead
But under his heart was an ounce

Look like I got nobody 
But I know that you wouldn’t leave
And that’s why I can’t go by what I see
I’m careful what I say
I know there’s power in

of dimes
They just wanted to get by just for a couple of time but now they doing time
Man I guess thats just life how you live is how you die

I've seen it

the cake, I don't like takin breaks
My nigga told me he don't smoke until it hit his face
Guess he got a taste, now he rollin shit up by the 8th
I don't be

She just gettin' by
They say drugs numb the pain
So she gettin' high
She get around the wrong crowd but the next
Time he put his hands on her
She gonna

On Your Own

Blur

M.O.R. [UK #1]

1997

Holy man tiptoes his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a busload of tourists
Shiny shell suits on and drinking

Holy man tiptoes his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a busload of tourists
Shiny shell suits on and drinking

Back at it again
Eazy Hustle, Dead Gang collaboration
Kevin Gates, Dat Boy A
Hits are made by Hitmaka, yeah

Through all the times in my life

Don't judge a book by its cover til you see what's inside
Three unwanted people joined now side by side, side by side

Sitting in the clinic to await

the lapse of time, untarnished by earth’s frowns.
Too long it has remained unused by man in cause of Truth,
Which he, in his great arrogance, enslaved hath

There’s a man who
Always dressed in black
Walked with a shotgun
Strapped to his back
Hangmans noose was
laid by his head
But if you crossed him
You’d

Imma killer I ain't with the controversy
I was just in the cell eating trays doing burpees
Free Brodie they gave him a football jersey
Took his time

hitting up my phone
Hi babe come on over
Fine Napa red in bed
Nobody lie you better
By morning I move on
Go all the time running you all through my mind

Lover of my soul you have my trust
Grace in a hour glass for the lost ones
My loved ones names get sent up above
Fail so many times but my story ain't

cheap we know that but my niggas they gon ride
Ain't no hide and seek everybody up that fye
You ain't really outside you be in by 9
Yeah, I'm with DB

attention so bad
but we won't rate them
But you know Baker and Lil Henjin ten times out of ten
Ten times out of ten 
You want to be in the the 808 network we

on the calls while he chillin in prison
Money on his books what I gotta get him for Christmas
No visitations in a minute been on the road tryna get it
Gifts I

morning
It's so slow, slow incoming

I cannot find him anywhere here
By the time he gets back I'll have dried my tears
And in the morning he'll open his

Sailin' across the fuckin' ocean green
Flickin' his bean
In his sailin' machine

And where he's from
He's just a tiny sailor land crab
The lobsters pass by

up it's getting tough
Best thing to split up it's getting rough

He believes what she says it's stuck in his mind
Wants a way out but he says it's not

of it’s time

His troops gathered horses in east anglia
Marching deep into Mercia and wintering in Nottingham
Attacked by Mercia and Wessex with no avail