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swore.
"There's colors there in your exhaust I've never seen before".
"Just gum'ment forms", said Murphy, "and rulebooks by the score".
"To help me trim

The clock strikes eight, my heart feels low[00:14.26]Far from comfort I once had known[00:18.46]Waffles and sausage, can't cook like

little wings

Before my dark days in this world
I knew of things i cannot express by words
Things only captured by the heart
And through my pen i'll call

finer things, victory is mine again
You're trying to win, but got to come with
Better than those Heinekens (Whoo)
I got her open about the game I be using

These folks got to hear this shit, sauce
It's a cold, cold world, in a wild, wild west
I need you by my side, can't go nowhere without my vest

out in the cold
As ice forms on your brow and weighs your lashes down
The last thing that you see’s a fire burning on
And you spite the flames and not

tablet inscribed by the finger of God
A heavy hard rock hammer and chisel surprise
It's a hard knock life at the door of demise

A spiritual response

Back like it always left
Drawin dead, XL sharpie composite sketch
Lop his head before his sickle chisel monolith
Nibble from columnists, then riddle

Medusa says she won't turn me to stone
That her gaze will leave me flesh and bone
That her powers, like so many things, are but rumor and myth
She

Medusa says she won't turn me to stone
That her gaze will leave me flesh and bone
That her powers, like so many things, are but rumor and myth
She

Know them all by name
Playing with my mental
Like a room escape
Further I investigate
The more they go and twist the Game
Hate my own reflection
Cause

you jive turkey
Watching me through goggles
I throw hollows at James Worthy
Spin your head like an owl, I'm wild
I drive Fergies that's that white thing

Give me some time[00:20.64]Time slows down[00:22.86]You don't make a sound[00:25.46]I wish that I could turn things around[00:30.86]I hate these

I been searching for it so long
I gave up the hope had an ice cold heart they calling it broke
And i heard the love songs i thought they were jokes

music
Let's see you make something better then
How the fuck you talking bout my music but you talentless (Caaden)
The only thing that you're good at doing

I'm racist
Heart cold nigga froze Lockhaven
I know you hear me but you gotta understand
You could cut my tongue before I make a statement
Plays in Bmore

like you were paid by the queen

Wild thing you move me
Wild thing don't prove me wrong
Wild thing i finally found the words i meant to say when we were

urrind ikrf.
16.ar sul ittrju amawal izd itlf.
17.l'7ub kaf nsawal igh ak nbdr ssif.
18.sawlgh f ujddig ikabrn ighd ikhlf.
19.skrn iyi gh tassa nu zu iyi

don't seem fair[01:11.82]Things will get better I swear[01:17.18]Your story doesn't end here[01:19.45]You got so far to go[01:20.92]So much more

of mind
Although time and again I let 'em in
And they chip away like chisel to stone
Decayin' like bones
Afraid of get witherin' alone in
The cold of night

Aisu Fangu Interlude 
(Intro Hook) (0:00 - 0:17)
Pablo my name ... I like em Spanish too but, love u Elaine ... something that Ban wud do I’m, cold

Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty

Rushing Elephants

Wu-Tang Clan

8 Diagrams [Clean]

2007

of an active volcano

Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers
Hang with niggas like redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of Beck's like

Wild Sex (In the Working Class)

Oingo Boingo

Nothing to Fear

1982

the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast

Thinking of your warm skin
While I touch cold steel