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of men
It's like a weapon you don't hear when it shoots
And the only way to fight it is to sit there in silence until it ends
Your defense is by revealing

time, this is my life, how I rationalize
A kid with nothing but the fuckin stars in his eyes
Start to realize I'm just coming by and I'm taking my time

on a monopoly
And I decree, thanks to the Lord that gave me glee
I already made ends meet
I already bounced from the ban, records in my hands, and now I can live

livin' through the journey no
No it's not about the end of the route

To the fame I'ma shoot
Everybody waitin' and they watchin' how I do
With the pain

end up ostracized by the ones you know and by the ones you don’t.

That’s when I wanna be by your side if you’re alright with all my flaws.
If we get

And everything in course, shall suffer death upon the end of chains locked to remorse
The stains of misery that tarnish being shall not budge, but don't mistake

think I'd lay this down?
All I want to play is
Our vibrations
So when I send my waves
Yeah when I spend my days with you
It is not by chance that
I decide

would be the same as the last day, the thought about wanting the day to end
One disappointment after another, I was sure there was nothing else that could

Storm is dying and the shingles shake but do not quiver 
The waves are known to slap misting kisses down by the docks 
And the world is awhirl with

the punishment for damning the souls
Of those who were weak and had not the sight but faith to be led astray 
By liars and blasphemers 
The sheep are not

could depend on me
I thought you'd never bend on me
Play the fence on me
Couple niggas want the end of me
And checking what they sent for me
You ain't

my sins
They don't do nothing but just be shocked at my said
Then they goin' lock me up, tell me I'm not enough
What's been on inside my head, visions

AND HAD HIS SAME SWEET SMILE
Snuggling WARM together BENEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE 
SANTA TOOK GIFTS FROM HIS BAG AND WE WOULD SHOUT WITH GLEE

 CHORUS:

an average of a hat trick
Inspired by the hood like a
Back flip on a mattress
But I grew up in a trailer then a tractor
Not a mansion never write my lyrics boy

Going Down to Cuba

Jackson Browne

Time the Conqueror

2008

where the rhythm never ends
Where by comparison my trouble will just unravel
I'm North American, you know
Don't like to hear where I can't go
Free

I never wanted to cast doubt in your mind
I'm not actin' the way I think you'd like
We went for dinner and now you're actin' paranoid
If only you

thirty talents
Court reporter catch the circus on the paper
File it in the system not
Acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous

to be you
I know this will all workout in the end 
For you
For me
For us

She love the way I move
She love the things I do 
Girl I can change my life for

call it Kobe vibes
Cause I stuck it out, like his jaw and fist
It's hard to think if I did not exist
It would be a little tough to slay a beat
So what

missing I just need my millions
She wanna fuck she fucked The gang so she ain't too appealing
Imma loner by default Man U don't know the feeling
Not from

Patricia, was recorded this way
I have a four-year-long text thread on my fourth-generation Moto G
I am not willing to entertain the notion that it may be

of standing up to me
Better not cry, you facing the sin of gluttony

Yah, greatest wizard in the land
Her sin is in ending your plans
Curtains, it's the end for

the show will begin

I don't wanna be here
And you don't want to be me
Photo-sonic nightmares
Chasing my sanity

Taken all apart and sell us by the pound

I need to figure who I be first
Before I think about your interest
I need to sharpen up my 6th sense
I’m in the deep ends
I be the minister