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little time, too much to adore
Don't get hit by the bedroom door

I don't fuck I make love to this bitch every night
My day fucked up it don't matter she

GOOD OL’ PEOPLE

It’s midnight in the minefield
Little boy knows
To walk it means to die
Just another joke by well grown west 
He tells to himself
I

the tissues)
I took her name out of cherry, so ya’ll wouldn’t hear it but fuck it sound the alarm man it’s ?! 
She’s bright she’s talented she plays a little

a man that gets payed
People tell me everyday I’m just talk and all fake
No one even cares that my heart is in a state of break
I’ve been praying every

of working a little harder
to fold into a figure,
like some man racing farther
from hearing the sounding trigger

[CHORUS]
Do overcome anything
that can ruin

I Hate It When by Payson Lyon   

She had a high school reputation as a girl who partied hardy
She wondered if I'd help her with a bottle of Bacardi

isn't fun to watch someone get maimed
John Doe was his name under white sheet and surrounded by tape. Dang
I hope that she don't got herpes if she got

Man, they travel in herds
Corrupting my mind, steady scheming
You need to start leaving me alone
Passing through my head, by my lone
I've been coming

I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink

What is a loss on our plane

is her gain! 

What must be given? 

and therefore, taken? 

To rectify the crimes of man?

that which must be cast away

HUM..!! 
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HUBBUB BY HIMSELF.. 
WELL DONE - RUN FOR YOUNG.. 
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WHO_BELLS..? WHO_BELLS..? 
A FUSSPOT TRILL WHAT CAUSES.. 
SELL..!

but who learns how to toughen up
When she's bruised and gets used by a man who can't love
And then she'll get stuck
And be scared of the life that's

I took a breather
I'm running so fast they might test if I produce some semen
Sometimes when I'm rapping I feel like I'm possessed by demons
But this

how much did they cost?

[Verse 3: pureblue]
Do you think, if I look at the blotter 
A little longer
I'll see the bottom of the bottle
Swirls on my

a little bit of Tris on her lip, see how she sip
Whole gang full of slayers, we're gonna put you up, cut you by your wrists
Most of these kids want a fix
It

in her judgement she tries to relieve
Repair through a broken man but there's nowhere nowhere to turn but a page
A refrain
Bird in a cage
While she

hood signs
People need to relax and stop the hating, but fuck it
Hating's fun and I'm bad at harlem shaking
I mean, I dance a little bit and I can keep

and kick them hoes off
If your bra too little shoulda bought a bigger bra
Go ahead and pop it off, Lemme see you get lost
Ooo, make that thing jump, kangaroo

Why all these bright colors
Why is this tall man wearing heels
They say: If he was a good father
He would make it far easier
For his own child
Is he

me go ahead and read my palm

Been through this once you can't prove me wrong, I'm confused what's going on man shut up mom
Well been locked on my mind

the blackest of them all
A man named King, it ain't no doubt
And he's causin' lots of trouble with his baboon mouth

The ruin he's a-doin
Is caused by

a little bit to save us all
You're tearing me down
You think that you're on a cloud
But you're by yourself
And you lie, to my face
Keep telling me lies
You

'em one at a time
Can't you see the vision of the dollar signs
I'm a monopoloy man
I keep the bag in my hand
And the barbershop will be mine
Leeroy

make her life into a wreck
Maybe make her head into a mess
Little do she know her friend is next
I'm just tryna heat up
Tryna kick my feet up
Tryna get