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give it another go
All I want in life is just a little bit of love
Tryna cure this pain with these pills it's just not enough
Family suppose to love you

that ends
Gin in my throat, that was never the plan
Pressure on me, I might kick at the can
Feel so alone, the world slipped out my hands
I wanna go back

the kids who had a hand-out
By the end of this, tell me who you Hail now?
Tell me who you Hail now
The same child with dreams is all grown now
Did it all

and the room is empty
We don't brew good spirits here
Liquor store and the decors' lonely
How's that for symmetry 

No more gettin fooled by your love songs

red
V dub the brand
I begged
She held my hand
I'm dead
She cooked the scrambled eggs
While I'd lay in the bed
I cleaned her apartment
Then I'm a butler

old back road
No GPS can find
Your way through
These country-sides
A sweet little piece of mind
A retreat
With my youngins there
All the time...
With

finger to the sky screaming fuck the system
And one could argue maybe he's flawed by design
And one could argue yall ignored all the signs
And one could

It's quiet as I look upon these lands
Five years have passed say new wrinkles in my hands
Once again I see hedgerows, hardly hedgerows
Little lines

been betrayed
By a little hand orange man always is in a rage
I don't care what party that you align
The answers simple it's misdemeanors and high crimes

A little faith goes a long way
Or so they say
I’m not one to make excuses
But I need some help today
‘Cause I cant do this by myself
But I’ve got

in paralysis

I'll take these hands that used to hold you
Stick 'em in a vice, turn it to the right
Now if you think that's a little extreme
Well you

I was down on the corner, started spitting out my opinions
Thing of it was there was only one person listening
She had a bottle in her hands

a lil' smoke
Number one nigga wena ujilwe ke di vote
How the hell these niggas getting bodied by a lil kid
Every single time then you calling them goats

big American dreams

He picks up a saxophone, opens a valve
His two little daughters make up the crowd
And they sing as the band charges on
Hugging

close my eyes and then count to ten
Will you be there when I open them up
Cause I really wanna be by your side until the end
You were sent to answer all

Was just a little boy
Oh I'm sorry I cannot stay
This planet they call earth
They say everything is in its place
Your war is unorganized
And randomly

While people like u would plot on robbin me to
That's the truth 

I'd like to think we live in world 
That's full of peace
Sadly it's replaced 
By

to a show
You were never really there when I needed you the most
I'm a mother fucking gypsy, I walk this earth alone
I've seen you shed your fake skin like

You wore a sagging dress in satin way (????)  
Barefoot with style
My grandchild, 
And I was proud in every way
Walked by your side

But today, my

one lying in her grave.
I try to undo, all I don't know,
By doin' drugs and writing this song.
It ain't easy, losin' your love,
Especially when you got

different
In my river, you are the current
I always drift towards you, pulling me in
Pulling me in
Mountains
Mountains
Can I take you by the hand
Because I

Back lit by the sun
The wave-washed light
Golden deep and endless
This quiet sea

These broken shells
They sparkle in the sand
A little piece

It seems I’m closer to the Lord when I’m high
Smoke a little herb just to get by
Breaking it up, tossing the seeds
Packing it up, burning the trees

On the page 
Of this notebook 
Pretty little Pictures of your face 
No I can't look 
Remind of a place 
We held hands 
As we walked slow 
You and me baby