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soul or become topic of conversation with your company
what more could they want from you
pretty girl in a ugly world
scared to be your own woman
more the lightbulb
And the Son Of Man shines the most with his title
Son of Man, yeah, uh
Son of Man, yeah, yeah
Son of Man, yeah ,yeah
Son of Man, yeah
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
slow
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no
'Cause I'm leaving in the morning
And I must see you again
We'll have one more night together
'Til the morning
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
the moments wrapped in love with those God gave to us to help us shine
Now the only thing I want more of is memories down with my selfish needs no such thing
no such thing as mine
We're not guaranteed one single second more so why not fill my time with the things worth livin' for
It's I love you daddy's
Turn this beat to a disaster
David played the chords
Play it for the Lord like a Stratocaster
No Zauntee it’s my time
In my own conference like My TIE
today's doe money
No time for your freestyles so roll money
No more whack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No
raised by my mother, I seen that woman suffer
No more pain and discovered, I asked God for an answer but all he did was mumble
It ain't a doggone thing you
by the word,
Think it's time I made it heard.
No more empty self possession,
Visions swept under the mat.
It's no New Years resolution,
was on at the party, simple sparked by an embrace
With some conversation which led to the sub-basement that is
Tell them mind they buz
Bonita Applebum,
I put my hand across my chest
I pledge allegiance to myself
Im going crazy til i runneth over
I put my family on my back
Aint no more crying in
I put my hand across my chest
I pledge allegiance to myself
Im going crazy til i runneth over
I put my family on my back
Aint no more crying in
exposure
And the players have been chosen
And it seems like fate has spoken
When it seems your faith has
Broken, by the second, losin' focus
Ain't no way
blunt like Larry David
So curb the enthusiasm
She acting too enthusiastic
Tell me what truly happened
Or they really might get shooting at 'em
Just know
Atreus
Don't argue no more, you done betrayed us, yeah
Sip out the styrofoam cup, I'm throwing it up, I done had enough, yeah
Talking I'm calling his
As the seconds go by
Try befriending your I
I'm struggling to depend on myself
To provide
No one else it's your life so
Know yourself one more time
You and me
back I ain't gonna front
David hot to handle Caste knows there's no one cold as us
Split in two like an interview
In this view
Conversations sounding
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
pray to God that you found joy, and always know that
You don't gotta cry, you don't gotta cry no more
I hope you're up there looking down on us with
just like I did
I be tryna focus the goal
Man I can't forget 'cause I got too much on it though
Investing all this time and I can't get it back no more
they got it wrong they say I lost my mind
Empty conversations
No lie, no more patience
I know you think I'm in my head talking wild
You won't catch me
liberated by telling stories
I raise the dead's flow, consider that compelling warnings
I don't need no telescope to know I throw a flow in orbit
Let's take
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