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The chilly winds are telling me
It’s coming time to go

In a year I may be back again
But the combine's coming in
Machine won't break for supper
Machine will

mane
And I aint playing no game so what they gone say
They thought they had me by the balls babe fun play
Cuz when I realized only the real ones stay

sayin' that you're eatin', there is nothin' on your plate
Bitches always tell me stop, but I never give them a break
Where the bands at, venmo or it's

I got an army of 12 micronauts;
I got a spaceship for the 12 astronauts;
From 1 to 2, you best know I am 12 lots;
I cook the last supper in 12 pots;

(Uh)
Well this is villain maneuvers
I'm driven like a curse I guess I'm kind of feeling vexed (ugh)
Unappreciated, underrated
But not obligated by your

things are getting dark out I think need an angel 

Break bread with the homies
This the last supper 
time to get outta town 
So put the money in

down floors
With their God forsaken hammers
Or even the dirty nitties just sitting on stairs tryna wait for their supper
It's damn right atrocious
Tryna

when I'm in the booth
If the bottle's mine, imma sip it till it's empty dude
I might need an upper if imma make it till supper
And if my flow the coldest

Step by step or you'll fall and you'll feel cursed (damn)
In the hustle of life be the hammer not the nail
Break through all the barriers and you will

headed where the weather gets cold
Put my motorcycle on a west bound road
Boone by supper time
Still looking what I can't find
Looking and taking my time

Swimteam Rastas

The Step Brothers

Lord Steppington

2014

currency views
Kind of murder don't mind if I do

My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire
My grandma told your grandma, "I'm gonna set your will

Purrfect Storm

Andre Nickatina

Bullet Symphony: Horns and Halos #3

mercedez I wiffer past its supper bad
The color man will hit you like a jab
That's where I'm at
I give a gun to the hands of time
So I can shoot out

IF I WAS A COWBOY - WILD AT HEART WITH FRONTIER IN MY SOUL  HUMBLED BY THE BIG SKY GROUNDED AS THE PRAIRIE EARTH BELOW  I WOULDN'T WANT FOR MUCH '''

pictures that's mad graphic
After my words are said
My paper burns up in ashes
All my thugs surround me like Christ at the last supper
Cold winds beat

many
I'm clueless
I'm just a vessel that he using
I'm just bones and skin decomposing
On the hour, by the hour
Fruit spoiled, mouth sour
Had supper with

to do with spaghetti

When you got a leak then you call up the plumber
When a guy breaks your heart, well you search for another
If your car don't move,

We were just kids on the first night
Sat by the water in the moonlight
Your lips on mine pressed real tight
Wish we could go back to
Midnight
Before

her curves like it's cursive
White dress for that white wine
Shorty came by at the right time
Thick like Paula Patton
Trust you wouldn't see any blurred

the heat of the moment I thought about
My girl and how much I love her
Prayin' to god that tonight
Wasn't my last supper
'Cause they tryin' to spill my blood

It breaks until our heartbeats is one
I love you, love
Yeah, yeah
We do what it takes for the Franks and the Abes
In love with the hustle, I got what

(Verse 1)

I, come thru with the strap, knock knock on devil's gate
Tap till hell freezes, oh jeez, it's Bobby Drake
Bobbin to the break, cold snap,

I don't back down and I don't run
Go face to face to show I don't front
Hungry for a piece, I break off on a crumb
Blood thirsty and worst thing I'm

dash
And the Yankee clipper speeds
By under full sail

"What's the position you hold?"
"Can you really feed a family of six out in
The sticks with only