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frequent for his shenanigans
Now, Daddy and him twins in addiction
Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends
By liquefied demons
Had become what he
myself I'll be less controlled by my addictions, I'm purging stuff
But then the next day comes around, and once again I'm burning stuff
Only way to deal
he ain’t selling bricks
He tired of these lame niggas, yeah they make him sick
Get me Christian Louboutins, cause I like how they be bleeding
She
Man, I'm nervous, heck boy this is my first shot
I feel like I'm coming out of my shell and it feels to hot
And maybe this is why he was so scared
like
Like our world ain't always been in corruption
Devaluing the women controlled by a bunch a suckers
Saying i can't never let that happen to my mother
then gangbangin killed Pac too
All of my role models are deceased or being censored
Cause in a world full of snakes we still controlled by Master
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
and blast off
Don't stop, set it off
Satan Klaus will turn the lights off
He's sick of his lifestyle, all his private jets
Get in ze pod, eat ze bugs
the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'til he cried out
In his
of his boat
Well, every last plank, he’s planed them all by hand
Each one a small piece of his Master’s plan
A quiet meditation untroublin’ his soul
Til
it
You got me in album mode
Tryna hit new altitude
Pressure bring the bitch up out a dudes
Can think bout quiet a few
Sky dweller sky level, just
they're safe by me, this is no safari
Now I'm holding their hand, held accountable for failure realizing
Sunshine and moonshine pass, hold 'em hostage
because he writes a verse every day
I mean, he's writing and thinking about lyrics
So often that by the time that he finishes a song
He's thrown out 20
of minds so controlled by feeling
I'm not feeling it today
I don't feel like doing this
I don't feel like doing that
How do you feel?
Bad? Why
Do you
Controlled by Satan curses
He bit my heel; I crushed the head of the deadly serpent
Some people hate on me, I think it’s out of Spite
Like we don’t come from
the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'til he cried out
In his
recording
Beau said he’d send more details later as he was in session
And now that the album is slated to come out soon I’m curious again
Also Jessica Pratt’s
but had the same heart (yeah)
Enjoyed seeing the light, but lived in the dark
Fifth album, bumped heads in the parking lot (aight)
Was a quiet
the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'til he cried out
In his
Going home
Where the New York city winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
head keeps pounding
Sounding like some voices in it kinda getting crowded
Astounded that they kicked me out it
I'm controlled by another entity
Telling
"Well maybe he's inside the earth"
I, I love you
What makes it harder through the fights
Is that you'll always be by my side
Even when the day turns night
inside
I'm asking him what is this
He said shhh just be quiet
Don't be too loud just take it
In pain my body aching
I said please stop I'm shaking
Said you
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