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in the night and never the day
Twelve am at night yeah gonna get so high yeah
Driving by myself yeah always driving in the night yeah
Soul is dark but

Hadda let that bitch go cause she couldn't do shit by herself
Now I'm praying to god for some help
Left my dirt in the past now I'm focused on peace

And by the end of the day we’d have cars and game boys

Who would have thought things would change
I mean me and Steven was tighter than Tini’s coming

Sometimes I forget I need to think about myself 
A few days from the world could keep me out of hell
Rather carried by 6 then break n judged by 12

of 1Corinthians 14: 39
Paul repeated, “ Wherefore, brethren, covet to prophesy...”

Paul was writing by the inspiration of God. We could say it this way: God

aye
His nina ain't no virgin , pop on pussy niggas like champagne
Live life by the day
We was born from the pain
I ain't scared, I tell my mama
Yeen

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Been holding up for a little minute, swear this shit not easy
12 o'clock on any bike, yelling long live Easy
Tired of waking up, going on my phone,

(Chorus)
These woods we goin in'em deeper-
We got whisky and premo reefer-
Bond fire by the speakers-
Bettys everywhere gone and meet'em-
So

and death man they live side by side
But they want us to kill ourselves
Yea the best way you can destroy a people
You take away their ability to reproduces

by one every little secret
Day by day put your trust in me
Inside out show me the wonder
I wanna know you intimately

You give it I'll take it I'll be

bubbles
From the blinking 12s of VCRs and microwaves
Like time machines for shrinking elders
Rifling through their recipe
Carrots, onions, celery, what

don’t get no sleep, I just take naps
I look out the peep, 12 at the trap
I look out my peep, 12 at the trap
Ay, my nigga gon’ run with that sack
Ay, my

Balmains, these jeans cost a dozen
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin'

Remember days when I was on the brunt
Couldn't leave my house without a gun

the Bay
Bitch, I came from the trap
Take her phone, she wanna snap
I don’t get no sleep, I just take naps
I look out the peep, 12 at the trap
I look out my

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

ain't got enough by the first of the month
Knock on the door goes 1, 2, 3
Cops always knock in threes on the glass
Blast through the window, light from

Paul Belcher                      12/98
	
    	One More Day	
 Solo

One more day , the Lord has given me One more day

One more day to sing

mindset
Remember bein' on 12th in that family flat
If I fly off the country, might not come back
If I die today, these hate niggas'll love that
Some days, I

nigga counting pockets put a rocket in my face
Made it by God's grace
Money clouded vision
Should've seen he was a snake, off the very first day
Caught

and I'm not doing what I love
Commuting fighting sleep somebody go and get the gloves
12 hours working 4 hours driving
Days just go by I can't keep up with

Wait
I think I saw you by the ocean
Wait
I think I saw you with your hair down
Way down at Rockaway beach
You did that spin
You know you caught me by

at the way your girl walking with me she a prancer
Looking out the horoscope with your crabs you're a cancer, bitch
Posted up on the gram all day not Twitter

Pretty Little Lies -10/09/2019
Lyrics by Marlo Hower, Music by Mark Minges

V 1/2 -Spoken Word
The words you spoke shot daggers in the air 
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