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a dream
'Til that pain turned into anger, time to make a nigga bleed

Fuck, man
This nigga just took my best friend
And I, I can't go for that shit
It

you wait
And like karma it's come back around for you
Now I'd be sorry but looking at the bigger picture
I might reserve my sympathy 'till due
'Cause

so home grown
Them shits go organic
Just Like the couch, I pulled out
Kids ain’t nothing that you gotta worry bout
Gotta bounce (Shew)
We’re so cold

we can start again
Just know that I dont have the answer
When I hold on till we can

Spend our day by the ocean
When I come back home to you

And I

Feelin' like there was no end
Now I'm just gettin' started
When I was feelin' weak, that's when I went the hardest
This life is bittersweet, but I

like korea she like you the shit I'm like nah diarrhea (Eww)
100 bandz yea that's just my demeanor I'm going up poin up by the liter
Can't remember I

Coffee

Aesop Rock

None Shall Pass

2007

no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone, no world's tiniest violin song, and I might just lie to them all, lie in the morgue with a deep

to miss
Right here by your knees
So come here please
You can count on me
You can count on me

Like a heart that never breaks
Like a memory that never fades

she wanna come home And taste me
Man that pussy feeling so amazing
By any means Imma get it, Studio or the kitchen
Prosecutor said I was going down, I

black cotton in God's eyes
Speak

Black cotton
Steady stressin', Smith and Wessons, count my blessings
Class is in session, the worst question is

take you inside the bank via live link
Let's listen in
Hands up
Everybody freeze
Open the safe pour the money please
Need to race home
Gotta count

Work up in the pot
Couple knots
Put em in a box
Was doing a lot
For the cause
But I couldn't stop
Money come around just like the clock
Got this shit

Ran it up like 4 flats
Count this, all racks, I ran it up like 4 flats
Count this, all racks, I ran it up like 4 flats
Count this, all racks, I ran

Written by: Amanda Victoria Eppolito

Wish I could still see fingerprints
Wish I could show you love I've witnessed
But if I did you'd count

you always bring me back
It's just another day

They say our Demons are so fine when they come in disguise 
Coz every day I have to fight
But you a dog

nigga do
(what's up?)
New York City's pharaoh, potato on the barrel
Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you
I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate
I

Southside [Remix]

Scarface

Southside

2004

come and meet me yeah-eeh-yeah, yeah)
Get you home by midnight (midnight)
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (oh, no-no-no)
I'll put you in

LOCO
We play no games.. LOCO
Blow out your brains. LOCO
Another day comes. Well, another day goes by
Will I die in my sleep? Or will I die when I open my

I switched from diaries to writing prompts today because I was so concerned I ran out of Thoughts to think
If I repeat myself again, I might not come

quiet. Even for New York city. I remember hearing a man ask someone else, Is she going to be okay?
 I had just lost my home. I had just lost my parents.

Back home didn't really have a home
Back home Mumma left widowed
Memories that I can't let go
Memories that I, I can't sleep at night
I can't see you

fashion, ah

Coffee connoisseur I know my way around a bean
Not an amateur, a father figure giving homes to teens
Troubled by the world of unconsciousness

to count me out like a digit
On point like the hat on a wizard
I wish a bitch would
Put the tongue on me like lizard
But she too busy choking on the chicken

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

Mack 10

1995

the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun