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here's a song I wrote
A song for you
But here's a song I wrote
A song for you
Fire's burning all right
I can't imagine what is like
Guess what's the last

romancing 'til the barman yells last call
Then the glasses all get emptied and the bottles set aside
And the lights come up all sudden and their eyes are

tells me, howd you come up with this beat, these bars?

It just spawns inside of my brain, surrounded by pain and membranes
My longest song yet and im so

I would drink if it meant I wouldn't have to think about for a day
Or two, or seventy three, last night I thought about killing you 
But I realized I

clarity?
Your false righteousness
It won't save you on your last day

How can you forget our past
While you proudly tout
Your un-American flag?
Bad men, they

Kirkwood den you know that she pretty
She from Edgewood by American Deli
Flat shoals she give head in the city
Gresham road I call shawty lil cherry

the hurtful sentiment 
In the last chorus
I know that you meant the best 
By being brutally honest
We all want acceptance
Of our faults and wrongs

a hunter
I got the fiends going, not literally
But mentally i'm on another note
The last time I've seen some real friends
Was on the TV show
And when I was

talking shit, don’t be talking to him man he’s lost his wits. Naw, I just won’t go along with the program, television raised, I don’t even know them. All I

a thousand years of seeing all my loved ones die
And that's how it felt, here I go again, affected by the few faint
I'll just stop my complains cuz this shit's

to the song’s end)
And maybe we’ll all get along when we die
What we’re trying to say is
You could never begin to comprehend this
No need to even attempt
This

the song, in the distance
I've been searching all my life
I was searching for the light
I even tried to find by killing myself to live
This is my last goodbye

tryna get by
Keep doing what your job says
Keep doing what your family want
It's hard all my demons hunt
They look for me, yeah they search for me
I need

can't control the feelings that you want to hide
It's only gonna last just a couple more songs
You wind up at the bottom where you don't belong

You

another saturday night and we're doing all right
  
driving south, past the AU campus 
american graffiti ain't got nothin on us 
in a honda accord 
driving

Ooh, I'm so tired of writing all these love songs
Talking bout some shit I never did
I'm about to jump on a new chapter
This might be the last you'll

Tell Me What That Mail Like

Spice 1

AmeriKKKa's Nightmare

1994

of the yea for cells ? tell like
Throw away Gats bubble gum pimps 
And two dollar bitches on my nut sack
And it was all a part of being young
My little

Fly Fly Away

Kero One

Windmills of the Soul: Instrumentals

we can all be the kerosene
Fearing no team man or human being are you believing?
If I speak truth will I lose market share?
Cause it?s something

pain won't last long
We shed tears and carry on
The star of paradise ain't that far away from us
Use this song to spark up your hope
That's inside you,

default but rather because you have earned it
I am as in love with you as loving you can mean I love you.

You're the last song on the radio that I sing all

Listen up all you little men
Because I actually don't feel like having to speak about this stupid shit again

Stop talking in those funny American accents

and gifted 
Gets you minimized To being conscious 
And all that non sense
I'm offended by
The game in its entirety 
Why emcees Out here penalized 
For knowing

beat and you know that I get to tussling
I get it by any means, I'm a dog that nobody muzzling
Take me back to bumping all them CDs with my cousins
Them

your peace offering
You see the scars, the skin and bone
I’m hanging on by a rope
But you’d steal my last breath and wait for a chance
To push me right