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Im cutting loose got no hand shakes hugs thoughts of a truce Big boy ting so tell ya bredda catch clues
Tell that dj to go play bigger tunes
Too much

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your

one of these things is not like the others
selected infotainment brought to you by little brother
like the enigmatic myth of a cause sent adrift
many

of my 30 foot leash
Is my little friend Quiche
Quiche La Poodle! is her name
And having a good time on a crummy day is our game.
Quiche. Quiche Lorraine

kill it
Stand up in front of a million
Fuckin fans, waving hands
Sayin that I'm the realest, greatest feelin
In the buildin, rappin for a couple million

I'm having some trouble 
Understanding where you stand 
I don't know what cards you gonna play 
Could you let me sneak a peek at your hand 
I'm tired

a bad a hand in life, but still bold enough to double down and to play the card 
(To Play the Card!)
I got some dreams to make it on the charts 
(Yea I

Our bedroom still looks the same
I swear to God I aint change a thing
I hear the kids laugh everyday
Their little hands still on my face
I feel em...

the onset, life is the object
But eternity will put your life in proper context
If we run the project we're not seeking God's heart
If we win the contest by

hand?
I'm gonna throw it in the lake
Yeah, you've been so rotten to me,
You take the cake.
I'm just gonna lock the door to your kennel
And just you try

I'm stepping into the Light 
And I'm noticing everyone by me is shady yeah

Open your eyes if you sLeezy 
Don't try to act Like \ you need me
I put my

Seagulls line up like taxi's in the sand
Another rum'n somethin' in my left hand
My babe to my right
Wigglin' her toes in the sand

Found my

a Mick.  and don't forget Mack
With Scottish blood, Sir Spit-a-lot is Lancelot
I'm a bit shy, but i drive-by and cam-a-lot
An 8-ball's got a little white

commissary
I can't feed him lines
Keep your head up
Do the crime, do the time
His boys got his back
You know he bang with pride
God bless his soul
Know he

you
But what are we to do
But look at the rest who fell
Just watch our step, you know
It's dangerous out there
I'll hold your hand
We'll make it through

strength
Better yet, Lola means soul
She's that reason why a little boy can rest and feel at home
Every season she be feedin' all the souls

Angels in the Skies
Hours passing by
When I close my eyes tell me is it truth or lies
Warden of the night can you hear my cry
Man on the tree is it

friendly since I got a little buzz
And they always gon be hating so I keep on stacking up

I'm just trying meet these ends (These ends)
Don't need no friends

Happen 
We 
Make It 
Happen 
With 

Whatever's thrown into us 

Hard to find 
Pieces to fit inside 
Why bother making things abide 
By a pretty little old

deep water to make me older. 

How nice it is to be smooth-sailed by your skillful hands. 
When we reach Wolf River and we pull up on the sand, 
I'd like

off  from the start 
I came up by the yard 
But I never really parked the car 
I just play my part 
Let em all just show the cards
A bad hand from

your riches with the world
Never greedy, but I hate people that are needy 
And don't wanna do better with they hands out, like you owe 'em something
But

you waiting for lets leave" 
Lose this boy and you'll believe  

I can save you
You seem a little broken
Hold my hand
It's my lucky golden token
Take

I want you to know
My baby runs the show
You Can tell by how she’s walking
She strutting going gone
My baby got some baggage but I don’t care what