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on air, there ain't nothing I need
It's all peace and love and kumbaya
Cognac, Cuban cigars and caviar 
No commitments or responsibilities 
I'm just

There's a road laid out before you where it leads to no one knows
But if you wanna take a chance on me we can take it where it goes
We can ride into

could be good but I need to calm down
But I'm back on my bullshit now
I'm running back to a burning house

Why pay for my mistakes?
I get them for

record, them broke niggas insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang
Talking down on my name, so I'm punishing fools
I understand

and do?
I'm not really like this and I won't do it again"
Now he's coming, she starts running but she don't get far
She's addicted she's addicted
She needs

and help us we pray, Jah man

Time is running out, but we need no one, not to cry nor shout
Change them who's gone astray and show them the way, Jah man
Make

and Finisher of my story
No other name by which man can be saved
Blameless and faultless but bore my shame
Creator and saviour lets make it plain
Come meet god

second dad will stop the concerning
I hope your daddy loves you
I hope your daddy cares
Cuz I need a woman
With no issues to spare
So baby back up against

no matter how hard I try
You're my roll it up, my throw it down
my tear it up, my paint this down
I need my fix to get by
You're my secondhand high

Our lives changed forever
No words need to be spoken
You’re an ally without a face

Together we stand
United we fall
With love and courage on our side

Fuck

Ayo money green MAC-11
Money blue Tec's, we chopping in the duplex
Running around like who next?
Pump in the London Fog 2X
Hit the kitchen,

Overtime up in the lab lately
Ain't been doing fraud if we catch yo plug
He gon' need his system rebooted
Running out of bullets, flip the clip
Switch

held up by a rusty vice grip
I'm a pedestrian battling with demonic possession
I represent the exorcism of a systematic murder
of a consciousness with

I spend my days running and hiding from my past
The ghosts keep knocking on my door but I wont answer
The skyline is lit with scattered voices

Ever Rizing

Said all we really need to do is build some new systems, 
for the ones we’re living under now, well that’s not really livin,
You

WALDO IN THE MAZE  AND EVEN WHEN MY FLESH WAS RUNNING ITS YOU I CRAVED  AND FROM THE DAY I GOT SAVED YOU LET ME TELL MY TESTIMONY ON STAGE SO NO I AM NOT

the open right?
Motivated off being the 'need a motive' type
Know the shit that's waiting is giving way
To handing out dinner plates, and camping out

Sweet Little Ruby

Edward Huerta

A Dozen Donuts

at that down the hall. Ruby's struttin' like a fly on the wall.
Running by, Satisfied, I gotta stare.
Man, I'm trying to work and she just don't care. yeah,

Shreveport to New Orleans

Kevin Fowler, Roger Creager

Texas Fed, Texas Bred: Redefining Country Music, Vol. 1

2005

loving
He was mad as hell and mean.
We stole his truck to get away and a tank of gasoline.
He called the law, we started running
Sirens blaring, heart was

Alone

Disciple

What Was I Thinking

1995

on
I've always had to be by myself
I'm so alone
I just need somebody's help (Repeat: x 2)

Time is running out tired of not having rest
Can't go

Hate

Organized Konfusion

WSHT: Radio Mix

2003

sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,

a split up, that was really a mistake
I don't wanna rush into it, lets just  take it at a pace

Yeah, but baby girl, make no mistake
I'ma put one on your

crucial I put my spirit through
Clever wordplay best forget what jah say
No matter what my tongue blaze I'm nice
This is my ticket to

Success need a bitch

antiquity
Behind 33 degrees
and convoluted hypocrisies
We dictate the policies
That govern our enemies
No war is realized
Before our profits are analyzed