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you up
Are you still headed for the sea
Chase me with your secrets
To an ocean full of dreams

Words & Music by Kim McLean (Twang Billy Music, SESAC)

McLean Mafia
2N
That's Naughty Nasty, cuz
Uh
I fucked the bitch and told her she ain't nothin' special
I'll send yo' ass to hell like I'm the fuckin' devil

than just the marks
Of where I've been
The wounds are where the light comes in

Words & Music by Kim McLean (Twang Billy Music, SESAC), Tara Shannon

that rari
(Ferrai)
I had a dream I pulled up in that rari

ey, ey

Written by Rodell Lanie McLean

a stench
I'll never forget eating the slop personally being surround by pigs
Don't need to remember of things
That I've done don't speak to me like I don

your heads
One by one, they keep it running Slip up or trip and you're dead
You don't believe in no fate Every day digging a grave Step in the pit with

brawled in every bar-room from Ely to Fort McLean
Now me and old Ted Johnson, sure you'll not remember him
We was working at the Rarus had a stope with Sull

split by da kid
Must be out ya mind steppin to the Don lil bitch

Put you in the grave
You won't be saved
Make you think twice before you mention my name

I don't wanna lose my neck?"
Grave said 'your evilness maintain your cool devil you are a wreck
Mmm
Grave said Cool your jets Big D, my sting is still

Ghost in the grave yard
Nigga
I'm is what i say I'm is Nigga
But I don't do no bad shit darling
Lifestlye balling like I'm Spaulding
Ooooo
She like

alive
Sleep all day on moms couch cause I'm not alright

I'm not alright, not fine I don't know why
I stay inside and hide for days I cry
Followed by

lost in this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home
Don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely
So I married my Nina
I keeps her wherever I

earrings, she so vain, vain, vain
With time, I'll bring flowers to her grave, grave, grave
Every morning, kiss her forehead when I
Yeah
She my say my

Sounded less like Don McLean and more like Lenny Bruce
I've been wrapping my head around your idea of the truth
The truth brought out in fear,

some shit they never had
About some way that I don't feel, life too fuckin' real
Rest in peace my nigga Brock, I been so disconnected
By the time I

Famous Prophets (Minds)

Car Seat Headrest

Twin Fantasy

2011

back
We gotta go back, we gotta go back
We gotta go back, we gotta go back
We gotta go back

Nacham!
Nacham!

Don't get too impressed
You might

fuck ya, nigga, I don't need ya
750 my Adidas
Dripping sauce by the liter (Uh)

Run it up, take it all
And bring that shit to my grave
And I can't seem

(On foenem grave)
(On foenem grave)
(On foenem grave)
(On foenem grave) hell nah
On foenem that shit so funny, folk (on foenem grave)
(On foenem

Get up out that grave
I said I get up out that grave and I'm not here by mistake
Some folks don't even know my name and they swear I'm outta place

the ground

Just place the roses
By the side of my grave
It's too late for me
I'm caught in these lies
Just place the roses
In memory of me
Don't think I know

Little beast in my head
Raging fire ails the dead

Love, don't you do this to me
Burn with your mother and your father
And everything
You know what

Please Don't Pass Me by (A Disgrace)

Leonard Cohen

Live Songs

1973

a streetlight,
I could read it, it said "Please don't pass me by - I am blind, but you can
see - I've been blinded totally - Please don't pass me by." I was

ready?
Can I motivate others when I'm filled with self doubt?
Surrounded by self suckers slobbing for self clout?
I don't protect pharaohs, I'm not Horus

Hun43rd

Devonté Hynes

Testing

2018

to the grave, I'ma put in work

Yeah, uh-huh
All year long bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome
Pay the role my dues, I brought my own funds
When