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of fuckin losin

And I 'm tired of being left in broken pieces
Heartache's a bitch I'm not the type to fight it 
I'm all up in all my feelings 
Don't think I

I'm a shining star I'm a heartthrob
Been through somethings a make ya heart stop
Fuel up in that jet fuel up in my heart
Hoping I don’t crash cause I

in your veins again
Because I do really exist
But If you run out of fuel
I'll share my gasoline with you and
We will strengthen each other's best

from the West
Oops, meant to say I'm from the East
I smear a big pile of poop in my hands
I am poor, do my poor nigga dance
I'm a fake skater, I'm

fuck her 400 times, act like I never met her
I couldn't count on both hands
How many times they tried to 
Find my name off coke cans
Must have found

fuck her 400 times, act like I never met her
I couldn't count on both hands
How many times they tried to find my name off coke cans
Must have found

in my skin
I cannot hide
Impurities within
There’s one thing in my mind to fuel this anger living deep in me
There’s one thing in my mind to fuel this

of those other guys (Those other guys)
Well, alright, alright (Alright, alright)
Alright, yeah yeah, alright (Alright)
In my anxiety I'm buried alive (Buried

I - 

Lyrical darts, inspired by my miserable heart, 
My blind ignorance is visual art/, division of thought,
Has held me in a prisoner's vault,
I do

Together my love
We shine so bright
Hand in hand
Unstoppable force
In this love
We find our true source
Lnoda you are the spark in my life
The fuel to my

to be
My brains locked in now its too late to breathe
Yeah
Sitting on my hands I got plans I wants bands now
Never did the work so you cannot see success

Hold up right quick with the saddening material
I wrote this in the morning at the table eating my cereal
Ha, yeah, I'm so hysterical aren't I?
Okay

place
Cause how I get fucked up by stupid shit up in the worst way
You the fuel to the flame
You the coal to the fire
I'm tryna make a change that's my

the morning
Finger fuck the fifth it get to moaning
Need my chicken nigga leave the bone in
Pussy nigga, I'ma leave em soaking
Crippled now he think he really

the Aztecs in front of the step pyramids 
The sun shines my shrine projects images 
Heavy jewelry you wear them your neck hemorrhages

I had a vision
I’ve seen

villainous
I don't believe in god
For christ sake blud i was made by ebens
Don't greet me when you see me
I already hate you cunt i got my reasons
Wanna find

Throw hands
My flow is so cold you would Think ima snowman 

I got the strap in the back of the Van
In the bag next to the bands
She lied to me she said

I cannot sleep at night
These dreams and doubts entwined
They're gonna strangle me
My thoughts keep slipping back in time
My thoughts keep slipping

walls every day
Stalked by my ghost to my grave
I won't let you take my place

When you resist, it persists
And when you embrace, it dissolves
In all

gets marked irrelevant
Started in the basement, stuck off sedatives
Now I'm in my place like airport etiquette
When I spit shit, hemorrhages, that's my

causing a hemorrhage
So intense that I'm blinded by my insecurities
You won't ask for my number
So can I get your digits please
Don't be mad that I'm cool

The Game
Pillow Smoke 
Marijuana
By Three In The Morning 
Man My Shift Is Over
Lucky Like An Irish Man 
With The Green Clover
I Got The Blue Diamonds
She

Whatchu Want

The Notorious B.I.G.

Duets: The Final Chapter

2005

Throw your hands in the sky, nigga
I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?
Am I hard

pleasant things all in your face
Won't fuel you to run your race, But fuel you at your burning stake
Trust is really dicey, I'm too skeptical of hands I