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And then I disappear like David Blaine

I just got the text you want it one last time
It took me by surprise because that's on my mind
I'm on my way
But I

said "Son I think that it's time that you sat and quieted down all the noise"
Listen to me, listen your father been trying to speak
Tell me exactly where

"Burning Times" a folk cover about the women burned at the stake for centuries past, in G minor

Music written by: Morgan Cooper
Produced: David

The Train i hopped and The girls i loved
i’m speeding up and i’m slowing down
Trying To adjusT To This cosmic dance

we Traveled The greaT distance

She ask me if I wanted to dance
I said give me a second let me get in my stance
Fix up my pants
Can't look like a fool on the dance floor
I

hope was the light through the cracks
'Cause otherwise it was very dim
If I was scared to die, I'd be scared to live
Escorted to paradise by the seraphim

m.A.A.d city

MC Eiht

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in

I'm missing you
And I wanna have a night with a backseat view
Said I wanna see you dance the way you used to do
And I wanna take my bands and spend it

on passion and expression
You man sell your souls for some money and depression
Me I'd rather fix myself by channelling progression
Whilst you go and lose

to me
Yeah, my theory is…
Your lying to me, your lying to me, all because huh…
The scriptures gave me mo’ knowledge than college, college
I said

Dance With Me                                

I didn’t see it coming, I did not think it through
When I turned said I’d like to have this dance with

We Ready 2000

Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy for President

2000

grow,
until all them basers know, that I keep that butter
A new face runs shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
But I can't do shit because I think she's

I hit it raw
If she have a baby by me, I'ma love her more
Brings food to the crib when I'm laying low
And she know how to roll weed, but don't

I can’t wait to see two commas in my bank account 

Never nervous when we slidin 

Where the paper route

Big poppi David Ortiz  I'm boutta crack it

Attribution, retribution, 
Call it what you will. 
I only know that 
Of this stuff I've had my fill. 

Dance this 
When your heart is aflame. 
Dance this 
When

and Moses hit the rock
Lost his ticket to the land of the promise

David was a lusting
Solomon had his wives
And I wonder sometimes
Why I can't keep my mind

a pillow
That's just a taste of what we'll do
A fucking demo
Emcees fall one by one
Taking shots at each other firing lyrical guns
This game's like

by
One day, I'ma make 'em all see the light
If time is what it takes, it may not be tonight

I remember we used to sit at Shari's, talk about kids, get

the doctors said I couldn't do this 
Now I wish that I could tell em that my God ain't stupid
I've had some people in my story play they part as Judas 
I still

said I got dos
I took her to the mall, cause I got gift cards
She give me sloppy like I'm Joe yeah, cause I got hard
Chasing a check like Mr. Krabs
She

Said "if you really want to dance boy I'll tell you where you can start"

Start by ordering me a couple of shots
And a whiskey and coke on the rocks
That

Certified Shit Popper
Can't trust these bitches
Most of em be dick hoppers
Said he want war no biggie like big poppa
Shoot at his feet make him dance

David Thompson on Humboldt
It sold plenty
They left so quickly
I'm still here
Never home really
Gone really
When these hoes hit me
I be in Bed-Stuy, It's

two
I got a story to tell
Mic check one two one two

Was brought up by my mama
Apartments full of drama
I woke every morning
To the smell of marijuana