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Blick hot
Now they shit soft
Cuzzo on a shirt
Cause he dipped off
Big mob
You could get shot
Get dropped
Got yo bitch up on my dick
She doing splits

Share the pain
Split the blame
Work it out

Work it out

(Music and lyrics by Sam Clanton and Jenna English)

it smell like a wood
Maybe the ultimate feeling is good at best
Yeah the serotonin is a mess
Pick up my antidepressants
I'm learning some lessons I

how it feels to be judged by pigment
Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
But I swore I'd get them back
Even if it meant selling my soul

I Will Play for Gumbo

Jimmy Buffett

Beach House on the Moon

1999

Or a pound of caviar that's a rich man's dream.
No banana split or fillet of pompano.
No, I will play for gumbo,
Yeah, I will play for gumbo
Chorus
Maybe

of split screens
Rocking crowds
When I speak through the mic
Maybe ice, with the drink
Just to sink in the leaf
Maybe Dutches
What is
Facing all the judgment

of the fucking hate
And it's taking me down a peg
Please help me before I fade away

I tried to split
And I'm glad that I fucking didn't
But thoughts are still

Too many ex’s but good
I can take you to heaven 
And have you singing before seven 
You be crying by eleven
When I’m gone
You don’t get the message

old by old, I guess I got it through the zips
It's quick

We over here with zip drives and the flashes
Tryin' to get our shit high to the masses
Provide

carry the dead
(I don't sleep at night, watch me decay)
Not a single word comes through
Guided by the light I'll come to you
I'll split my life up in two

than thought, temper killed
I get it all off by relaxing, i chill
I'll whisper inside of my mic, gives you chills
Your entertainment, my personal hell

You got me goin’ deep, come with me, now I'm on ya
Take to the heat pretty b, California
Maybe to the beach, our retreat, our resort ya
Shawty been

Do Not Disturb

Drake

More Life

2017

up when that shit gets old?
Maybe it never gets old and that's just how it goes
Last table left in Carbone
Callin' plays on a rotary phone
I take

They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights

We don't wanna be we don't wanna be
You better duck press your luck
Time's up! Motha-
Alright let's get it one time let's split it

Too bluesy, black

wished it go away
But then I'd only have one wish
Left to claim so
Maybe if I read the sacred text and
Maybe if I said goodnight tonight
I'd be by your

ain't no one could stop me
Maybe there's a better way, maybe i don't know my name yet
My mind is split in different sections
Maybe I just need affection

and shears will make it clean
Don't you understand that this is the best work you've ever seen

Maybe I should make an introduction
We been out here every week

of my greatest fears, the
Day I'm no longer helpful, But detrimental
As years go by
I grow aware of my family's apparent split
Divided, lacking knowledge

Sea and Sand

The Who

Quadrophenia

1973

Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned
I just couldn't face going home
It was just a drag on my own
They finally threw me out
My

demise (whoah) 

I am the next best at this
I welcome y'all to my precipice 
I ain't blood but I split seas like the exodus
Your best bet
Is to get with

Suffocate to escape this alien skin 
Steady wearing thin 
Surrounded by complacent 
Looking to maintain a hold 
But nah they would never 
Once you hit

Everynight, yeah
I think 'bout life
About life (About life), maybe
Better that I die (That I die), ok

Look at the window at night (Ay)
Stars shows me a light

just a maybe baby
World in my hand I got it
Take over the world
No pinky and the brain
Im plotting
Them secret encounters
You kept in your closet
No we