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yuh haffi work hard bruh, put inna overtime
Eff yuh wah left prints in di sands of time
There's too much to do but there's not enough time
Mi see in yuh

hey there juna, i know it's been a long time now 
thought i'd stop on by 
i've been drivin round this town for the past two hours now 
thought i'd

away,
Inside this empty space,
And I won’t call for you,
No I won’t call for you,

Maybe I don’t wanna love you,
Maybe I am too afraid to conflicted by

losing all my patience 
Honestly I'm devastated by the 
Way it feels like everything's so temporary
I love a bit too much 
They just in love with what I'm

days I spent building this Rome
And by the time the paint dry they gon' call me Capone
So say hello to my little friend, or make amends
Play it cool, but

up
A little sooner
Spread your love
If only for a lifetime
Lucky us
Then I ain't done too much

I been on the wayside
Looking at the bright side
I

unless the writers make it make sense
Bray Wyatt lost so much he turned to the find and ain't been the same since

Brought dojah to the funhouse
The fiend

Surrounded by gold like Midas my biggest dream
Wanted a beam but a bigger beam
Tryna give back to my home that ain't give to me
Telling you it be the little

like 'I do'
Feel like 'I do'
Feel like 'I do'

It's been a long one
Need a little love from
Sombody to
Take away the rain
It's been a heart break
Nothing

Started as a little itch in the back of my mind
Then it grew became the truth that I had to find
No way out through the front unless I get a disguise

of a diss to the whole industry
You're wanting us all to act happy and free
There'll always be shit that you simps never see

Maybe that's too much for me

the trap
Of still working til ninety five
Too much stressing is how we die
I'm tryna stay alive, emotionally and mentally
Money can't buy no happiness

to have you
Wait is this too much
I just gotta have you
Doubts like saws on my feet
Gotta get away
Need a retreat
Oh my Paws
Are feeling kinda creaky
Gotta

do anything when you mad
You probably pay with my heart for a bag
You getting colder just by the touch
I'm really doing too much I heard you run out

the studio
But not no moe take notes on what I wrote I'm DOPE

Nope not impressed by how much you can bench press
Best guess you're still just a bitch within

touch
Well, all the little promises - they don't mean much
When there's memories to be made
And I hope you're holding hands by New Years Eve
They made it

kids to raise so much at stake
Now bad dreams are all too real
She's doing the best she can
She's doing the best she can
She's doing the best she can

to lift up my voice
And glorify His mighty name, I choose to live in His joy
That's so much better than just being annoyed
By every little thing that comes

Little red letter
The devil himself
Sent it to help
My weary heart (My weary heart)
He saw my heart (He saw my heart)
And he ate my soul (Ate my

land
It's getting crammed
And I'm claustrophobic
(I think its time)
Too much propaganda slammed up in my throat
It's not that deep
Just enough to make

Monday not doing much at all
Then I get a call from ya
Saying you're missin me
You say I wish I stayed with you
Wanna see you soon
Cause this

And all my enemies I made by knowing just her
Now everybody thinks that she was the only one hurt
Now everybody thinking that I got a cold heart
Last time I

Assuming this is yo first time here
I am proud to welcome you to Last Chance Studio
And if it ain't, I appreciate you for coming back
Much love
You

my wife miscarries
Did I ask too much to hear his voice before he's buried?
I have faith you hear me
I believe there's a plan but I still feel weary
I