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Waking up, he wonders if the voices in his head
Are still asleep, he says a prayer in hopes they might be dead
He can't say which way is up
But he

bitch! Got a boo boo!
Leave me fuckin 'lone
Been by myself today, yeah
I'ma ascend to another world
I think I'll be okay, yeah
I tried to get in contact

Red Shoes by the Drugstore

Tom Waits

Blue Valentine

1978

dress, on a sad night

One straw in a root beer
A compact with a cracked mirror
And a bottle of evening in Paris perfume

He told her to wait in by

chupacabras dead
I live in the States, born in Monterey
Got a gringa by my side
She can cook some frijoles
I cross the border and la migra said
'hey, come

a dead body right in the back of the house
You ever seen the paper work and found out your dog was a mouse 
You ever lost it all including the house

me homage
Cause you be dead wrong if you thing you got me
I'm steady schemin' with that 40 plottin'
A hustles mentality
It's my only option
I'm coppin'

of sad memories 
and a good purpose 
You don't wanna live like a ghost 
We must take time to believe in time 
those lights are made for this 
to make you

shot now you're the one paying
Where you at like where you staying
In the tall grass I be preying
Uh where did it go behind the counter
With my dogs off

touch heat
I'm levels, you wanna be like J.I.D

My dog is tearing you up, piece by piece, that freestyle was weak
Laughin' from the backseat, do we need

asking
Well I'm feeling my ways you're overtaken by Asking
Yeah if I do care I really don't sorry
"Oh I don't need your sperm you know what"
"Even dogs

mind
If I don't do everything I wanna do I'd rather die
Because when I look around I realize that years have passed me by
So I try to do the best I can

in the memories of the carnage left behind

To be called the first
Live to die in infamy
300 miles is the trail of the dead
To be met by these cursed

them hitters on the way
We walk them down we snatching ya face
We gone
Put that money in a safe
Lean
I get bottles by the case
Green
I know that these

Red Shoes

Tom Waits

Big Time

1988

dress, on a sad night
One straw in a root beer
A compact with a cracked mirror
And a bottle of evening in Paris perfume
He told her to wait in by

fever that makes me so meaner
No offense to a female dog
But you talk out your ass
When you bring up the past
No love lost
And no love spent
So we're not

Mafia Music 3

Sizzla

Mastermind [Clean]

2014

theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline

Mafia Music III

Sizzla

Mastermind

2014

theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline

still, codeword for reggies
I ain't sign a deal yet, fuck it, I don't need 'em
Everybody with me eatin' free my niggas 'til I see 'em
He ain't dead we

out the window
And the dogs are walkin out the front door
And the popo outchea sellin' good dope
But it's probably a weird Saturday
I be dressed like

chasin' dead presidents
Till I rot, that's on God
Told the whole gang we turning' up at the spot
Bottle after bottle, these bitches yellin' body shots
It's

I gotta ball for my dead homies
I gotta ball for my dead homies
I count this bread for my dead homies

Smoking dodo in your mama house
She get

Tribute to the 5th Brother

RZA

Protect Ya Neck Collection, Vol. 1

the enemy, AWW!)
Fuck that..

[9th Prince]
Yo, yo, sorid comics, swallow rhyme toxics
Psychotic logic, insane explosives like bottle rockets
The 9th Prince

that I crumble when meeting defeat.
I'm feeling hollow, feeling bottles cracking also,
started again and met Ricardo.
I got a brain that's dead weight,

Being Followed Home

Pulp

Freaks

1986

I'm being followed home,
I'm being followed home,
I don't know what for, 
I don't know by whom.
The smell of your dress,
A face in the rain,