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God's not dead, he's sleeping instead, but he'd rather be walking the beat
He lived a long life, for a long, long time, it was a bad dream

Once in the late 1800s
Mercy Brown, it is commonly said
When lost to the dreaded consumption
Was shortly thereafter undead

She haunted the house

Tony in the Tesla, that's electric
Went too fast, got gased and I wrecked it
Don't be a dick, they'll expect it
Hard to be a stand up guy with this

Yeah, my life been in a whirlwind
And I'm the one to blame
In sin's bed I been curlin'
Puttin' evil in my brain
Don't got no time for readin'

destiny

I'm back in the game making a name, fueled as a flame
And I got God on my team, yeah I got no one to blame
Yeah I got God on my team
At least so it

Love and pain is a curious game
The world is turning by day and night
How come we never get it right
The reasons why and how and when
Time to leave

My jaw locks tight
And my chest caves in
My vision starts to blur
From lack of oxygen
Is this what death is like
Or just how it begins
I'm starting

the same when you stuck in a cage
I'm being modest dog I'm fuckin amazing
I just suffer from rage
I just blame it on the way I was raised
I rather stick you

look like you need a hug*
No I just need the hub yank ya tooth out like in bug
Maybe you can blame it on the drugs
I smoke a blunt and shrug this hits

jekemi raanu gbaaaa ah ah
Jekemi ranu gbaaaa ah

Beat by fella timo

won't deny
Get a drum, beat a drum, but a drum never die
On a drum I rely
By a drum I inspire
I'm the one with the drums, and the drum don't retire (Go)

back like fake friends
Blame the mess than go and grab your aprons

I'm out the side of the whip
I'm gettin by wen I lie to a bitch
I stick my dick in

Lie there shaking in the street
Make sure my heart still has a beat
Sounds like a drum that's out of tune
Pulsing from all of these new wounds

I cannot move wit a simp
It's like a handicap
Niggas be capable
But they still move wit a limp
Sephora the pallet
They painting they face you won't

White lies and weak rhymes, things we'd rather say to one other
Mind games and blame games, a guilty heart beats just a little faster  
Dry eyes

away
A simple sorry was all that left my lips
I turned by back away
And open arm embraced apocalypse

I'm taking blame for what I've done

I ain't got

(I don't know baby)
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
J'suis calé depuis le départ, je prends plus de pause
Un prototype t'envoie en overdose
Y'a

Desertion has come
Come back to my head
The air fills with smoke
The sky, it bleeds red
I've been left behind
I'm thrown in the sand
But I don't

up, I feel low , is the drugs in the brain?
Yeah u talk, but u feelin' the pain?
Hit the road, yeah I don't wanna blame
I dont know if it's real or it's

fuckin' wit no other guys
Don't ask if we need one more
For me gon let that cutta rise
Ain't trippin' when it's gun smoke
Know I'm standin' by myself
I

keep it Real; Honestly
Rainy weather Spree; I'm Daydreaming Maybe; Yep might Be
Next to Sea-Shanty; Still have Somewhere Your black Panty



Slide Way;

shut up with their shutting up
And wipe your tears, blame it on some onions they was cutting up
Brown but not a doctor, bring the doom to you imposters

came 
With the same wind
Just different boats
So when we get to destination 
Who really floats?
Instead 
Point fingers 
And blame him 
That's how it goes

and it's up up up
Niggas really got beef ok we can get it up
Nigga I could fuck yo bitch and go to work and get a dub
He ain't fucking with the crew no he