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never walk again

I left all behind
To reveal myself to madness
I left all behind
To devour myself to insanity
I left all behind
To reveal myself

vanished
And left me behind

Nobody is here
No signs

Threw away like a corpse
And I rot

All alone
On my own
I die

Memories are
Nowhere to be found

I

running out of time
It eats away the days of my life
I feel I'm left behind
And all I see is a mountain to climb

Living my life as a constant lie
I won't

they suicide
Can't ball and not shine when you up on top
Stand tall with that smile it's all you fuckin got
Can't fall and lose mind you just left behind

to care or hope to find
And the answer lies ahead, 'fore I left it all behind

I cannot find my
my sense of reason
I'm blinded by this path you call your

sickness
I wont light the fire your anger fuels

There's nothing left to say
When I needed you
You left me there to break

All these lies you try to hide

better
But now I left him all behind in my mind oh

I hear him calling for me
In the presence of my mind
Baby, I'm tryna come by
Don't know why
But I don't

I said, “There ain’t a soul left whole in all humanity,”
She said, “Then, you might as well come along with me,”
And tried to take me by the hand, but

Gripped by a sudden heart-pounding panic
The sun slicing through my noon-slept eyelids
Count stars
Count mercedes benzes
Count the years you have left

to the beat, they be mimicking
I ain't trying to compare, y'all be feminine
Every beat my brothers make, it be boomin' like Metro
We knew you was flaw from

suit
Controlled by a name that somebody wrote on a birth certificate
That's copywritten by elitist motherfuckers
Now you gettin' it? they hit a lick

I’m sorry love

Tend to hide the world behind my back so my thoughts can run

‘Bout faced all my problems, it's so hard to stand tall to one

How

Gimme No Lip

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love
Gunfighter for love
Gunfighter for love

I'm a six for all-American kid
My serial number's one nine seven six
Born down south where barbed

running for cover
She got a job workin' at the YMCA
And it was quite a bummer
For all the friends that she left behind that day
Years go by, I will still be

all they left wit is wrong
I can't change yo mind yet I can show different view
I start to notice that I'm rapping tryna show y'all my mind
I start

time, or maybe out of my mind
Maybe you can try sometime, a whole lot of bravery with a hint of lime
So sublime, that you won't be home by dinner time
All

Well fellow Americans times are starting to get hard again
While the economy's looking good on paper
The poor people can't have a decent life with

that ass laced

I heat shit up, just like a cup of noodle, keep fucking me
You go look like some left over strudel, thrown out in the streets
Homeboy, I

clips, corrected by pigs
'Cause when speaking of clips, my short end of the stick is the grip of a nine
I bleed on the mic for your children and they drink

Currently, the year is twenty twenty X
What that X means is that you found the spot there's nothing left
And at least that's what most of us feel

helped relieve the pain

Step in the crib
Don't be shy
Step right up
Don't ask why

By the way
My name's Sam
I am banned
From Vietnam
I left a fresh batch

played ball, snowboarded, but trust
He still wasn’t ‘All American’ enough, he still got snuffed
That’s tough, rough for the parents of an innocent citizen

the center of attention
but it was good to be young 
and good to be British
caught up in Lisbon by the arrival of the Americans

She said I'm sorry to hear

thought of spinning a couple of records on twin turntables
Not until Jamaican-American Clive Campbell, better known as DJ Kool Herc, sprung on the scene