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Cigarettes and beaten chests
It's getting late I guess
So I take you home
Park at the entrance
Who cares, who cares

This place is filled with empty

The Reason, by Kitt Chapman

Trickle down rain
Feels just the same
Trekking through our park, after dark

Now it's hardly worth a dime
But it felt

ain't grindin', they out here tryna hit the lottery
Runnin' in place
Runnin' round sayin' follow me
But follow me, I
Never needed apologies
No one coddled

got to keep it a hunnid
They getting mad cause the way I been stunting
Go to look for a beat it feel like I'm hunting
Cause the beat gone get murdered

a wraith and I Ain't even race  I put in them they place but I can't catch no case yell out fuck the court  I put my shit in sport

Five o'clock till two We

it feels like
I've stumbled into my right place
But a whip-poor-will is singing out
All we can do is hope for the best
And never forget that the blue

the fishes be
I need a new identity, a new face, a new place
Away from the ratrace, with those suffering the same fate
Day-dates, oyster faceplate, replaced

to the pizza place and get some Margherita!
By night time
I'll have your mini baguette
And u can have my Spanish bread
A week in Eden roc is what I dreamt
Next

the last place I'm going to let myself think about you

I just got out of therapy
And I am walking home from work
My...my roommate's gone for the weekend, so

Alright

Counting, I'm counting
I've got the spreadsheet, I'm waiting for the day you stop chasing
And going after that one (she's a hard one

cousin 'nem
Poison, they loving it
I remember tripping off acid skipping class
And getting searched by the pigs
Cause we were smoking on the park bench

voluntary I dont work for free
I grew up wit a lotta niggas so it hurts to see that niggas who I played hawks wit gettin murdered G I come from a place They

on the beat by the way
Look
Woke up focused on the cash today
Praying that none of my niggas pass away
Mac on my hip who I'ma blast today?
That's the type

IT'S LATE, AND I'M FADED

CAN YOU PLEASE OPEN THE GATE

I JUST NEED A PLACE TO STAY FOR THE NIGHT

AND I'M ALRIGHT, I KNOW THAT WE JUST MIGHT

GET

Drive past the park bench where we talked together
Drive past your favorite place in this town
Train tracks, turn left at the stop light
Flowers

Living in the fast lane
Headed to my dream place 
20,000 people and I'm still in a serene space
Give them food for thought, hope they're leaving with

long kiss

V2    
So what d’ya say we rouse the reindeer
And soar across the twinkling sky?
To a place I adore, even more    
With a tree, decorations

never listened to my parents
Feelin linkin park numb I could never do no caring
We ain't on the same level
All gas push pedals
I control my own mental
I

spinning like a fan
Overseas in a beach house
With a bad bitch by the sand
Late night first class flight
Lost in the clouds where imma land
Flew another

Find him
Running in
Running in place
Who's gonna find him
Will he be flying

Yo
If I sob on a sob story
Then the page dissolves with me
If I call

belts
Drinkin' Lone Star beer
Come on all you cowboys
The Kiwi girls are here

Ginny's Little  Longhorn is the place to go
Dale Watson singing every

on me you get filet
I told that bitch i'm not Sony
So i don't have time for the games
Tryna fuck me told her keep trying
Knock the pussy out the park like

think a lot
My beats bop, that is just a 808 for sod
Don't know about God
But fuck it I think I'll pay to God
Afraid if I step into church
I'll become

the Mickey
Listen you can't kill me, pull
Up, bumping many men, by 50
I've been double-fistin' pistols like
I'm 15 drinkin' wisky

Click, bang motherfucker
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