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cold lips
And more pseudopoetic stuff
Made sense when I was sick

It was so sudden
He's now awake
By a meter I miss the brakes
And I go off with

be there everyday 

Cause I feel like no one 
I see no one

I wanna be somebody who could have em´ close  
Always fuck it up 
Make it up 
Same shit

the Southside, fighting for peace
With his fist up in the air, screaming "fuck the police"
He walked to the bridge all cool and mellow
But when he got

special by cheating
She does so reluctantly the
Husband won't know
But the secret's too much for
One person to hold
So she lashes out, but she won't say

I haven't tried to get you by my side
I've found it easier to shut down and hide
I haven't tried to get you by my side
I've found it easier

where I wanna be at
Yes it hurts sometimes I know
By your side you're not solo
Lookin so fine look at you glow
Your my one and only
Yes it hurts sometimes

it won't save the fall
So what's your reasoning for loaning your hand
While your integrity is taped to the wall?
On the edge of your mind
We tried so

pillage for their leisure
And they're propped up by puppets who pretend to be our leader

Welcome to the Lovecraft Screenplay
You didn't wanna you don't

I couldn't abide by rule
If only I didn't fuck it all up
This mess is mine alone
Just let sit in all the filth

The one thing I loved
Died from my

What's popping? I don't really rap that often
I feast on this beat like it's served on a platter, devoured by Cartman
Any five bars I put together

winning races like it's cardiac
Heart attacks, i dont fw rats jus remember that

Crucify that hoe yuh yuh yuh yuh
Hang her by my door yuh yuh yuh yuh
Black

You just got me fumbling words
Slide out and put the time down
I know you got places to be but I'm fiendin for second rounds
Fuck up the sheets

This song goes out to everybody in Oakland!

From the beautiful people by the lake

To the funky artists in the town

This one's for you

We play

Playing late into the night it was the battle for Naboo

I’ve cried on your shoulder and you’ve cried on mine
The pain of the past we’ve both left behind

side
 then get the fuck up out my way 
They been switching sides
 I just chose to keep it straight 

I’m working on myself
getting ready for the fame

on by
The music blaring we be rocking
Rocking all night
No, invite but we still drop-in
I'd stop anything for you
See the finish line but we ain't

Antiques like the thrift store
Yeah!
Poppin' some tags
20 in my pocket
I'm looking for a come up
But still it's fucking awesome
I'm laying by the sand

o the week  man I de On the road
Man a say the want smoke but Dema Cyant fi roll
How's it my life I live by your Rules
Omo no de worry me I no fit

of your help
I shoulda let you be all by yourself
Cause I don't want to be treated like hell
Now it's fuck you. I want you to burn in hell
I'm fuckin'

And its seems that for miracles
Its just to late
We to need stand together Side by side
Say what we feel and not try to hide
We are the youth we got

a little weight
I been trying to relocate so I can keep my daughter straight
But the shit is complicated with her dad so I'm a wait
I been loved by fuck

quit while I'm ahead
Know I should't give a fuck
But I always do instead
I can't get you off my mind
Makes it hard to sleep at night
Lotta sleepless

gone
But my note reads on
I'm sick and tired of
Being judged by everyone
I might as well
Leave a note on the door
Fuck
Sacrificing myself
For nothing in

away my loved ones, that was meant by design
It's ugly people change, I see you had no spine
People change for money, but what's money with no time
Say