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in my bones (oh, wow)
The Holy Ghost is movin' (yes, it is)
And it just won't leave me alone
I got somethin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Something about
When I look, look back, I can feel like a failure
Life, what if I created for myself, suffering, Taylor
I make this now, trying to transmit what is
feel good
I was just a baby still retarded from slavery
When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me
Ghetto ain't made me I made myself
don't like vanilla?
Alright little fella, I guess you feel like lil Debbie does it much better
It's whatever just never say I didn't share
And if you dare
of us trust that we shouldn't
This just in, Lil Darkie is racist
Spreading the message of Satan with faces
Blacker than any of us prolly are
But I
as intoxicated by my own
fame and I had just enough courage to pick up the phone
and dial the number. My mind went into a whirlwind
thinking of what would happen
a role-playing game
I find the most difficult part
Is to name the character
Way
I feel like the names have to mean something
This is
And then there's a quiet drum
This is what happens when life provokes a demon, reality have you wishing that you were dreaming
Focused on stopping your heart from beating, I'm so
feels like something's heating up
Can I leave with you?"
"I don't know but I'm thinking bout
Really leaving with you"
"It feels like something's heating
feels like something's heating up
Can I leave with you?"
"I don't know but I'm thinking bout
Really leaving with you"
"It feels like something's heating
shit is real? (Uh)
And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggas feel (what?)
Rob and I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to
And don't make
be just like you just like you just like you
I'm tryna be just like yeah just like you
Lovin' people like I really should With my brother's tryna make
is gonna kill ya
You couldn't have told me nothin' back then
But now I feel ya
I'm eighteen, and now I'm havin' big fun
My baby's mother just
Pushing Is Lit I Be Killing This Shiid Man Talk cbout Drip I Be Dripping
Talk cbout Talk cbout... a Psycho Be Sippin'
Just Like a Lil Ronaldo Be Chipping
Only God will judge you, help the ones who need you as you should
You'll feel some pain and ridicule
Oh well, that's the greater good!
(Hol Up!)
weaponized against us
Have you noticed
That the bottle never judges
And that darkness
Feels like a velvet soft blanket that likes to love us
I vent
To my
tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire
Everybody got to go it's the truth
So I figure while I'm waitin' on my turn I'ma blow up the booth
I seen
rather pop a mag and pour they bladder
Just Watch em fade to black like they don't matter
Look, im the type to make my pockets fatter
By any means I feel
Time-time is money, man
I'm coming, I'm coming, (watch your step)
Ah, I just tripped, ah, man (aw shit, come on, jump in the booth)
I'm sleepy, dozing like
Thinking of the things
That I have done all of my life
And I realise
Baby I just need you by my side
Now everything is making sense
Slowly Im just getting it
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
the yellow pages, and it said you're good at this stuff, so I just, I gotta give it a shot, just kick this whole cigarette thing...
Dr. stewart: so smoking is
is in my view
I'ma get it right, just so you
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke
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