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you feel alive
I bet this makes you open your eyes listen to this
The best school is the minds of old men with chess wit
Young heart street smart

Living life on the sidelines
Watch years fucking fly by
I'll be safe if I stay inside

I was feeling kinda down
Driving around town
Thinking about old

go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby
Nothin' else matteredHe was no more than a baby then

its hell we'll go astray

This old curse has clung to me for all my life
Even with you by my side
Delicately planted deep beneath my skin
I let all

pieces never thought you had
Take the scraps and send him off a launching pad
Pulled in One Direction Tied to 20 more
My inner voice is awakened by

smitten killer from the Murder Mitten
You dissin' who?
Listen, yo ass 'bout to be missin'
Who gon' find you?
X, a old man fishin'
Now you wishin' ya on ya

fucking antagonistic
Use your voice, really there's no choice
You set in limiters, you're blocking out your fucking perimeter
It's related to an inhibitor

walking the beach they can't fuck with my verbiage
Oh god They not used to my voice they gone say that I slurred it
If I get sick in England I'm taking some

meant to be 
Minute by minute the future fades 
Hoping tomorrow's better than today 
And we're losing our focus 
Missing the signs 
We are nothing but

knew I had to pay a full consequence
They scream loud and proud it’s passion now
The voice of the voiceless made some choices all around
It was pride

interest
Your bright ideas had festered my formers
I left my old cornerstone of ideas on life
To be sold on random corners like prostitution
Had me bidding

pressing constant
Thought oppresses pure love
Chains of knowledge tensely shiver
Pool attracts by sweety shit
No !
Bloody  Shit

Alex

You - with no sense

on this rapping shit until I resign, Stress off the shit, I mean every design
Wanna be perfect, I can't just decide Can't be direct, you say you by my side

Vices
Everybody got their vices 
Some caught up
Cah they don't use they voices
Ex Like, left in the past
I swear life
Moves too fast, Slow it down
Don't

the bar room chatter
Like that old AM static
His hoarse voice over the roar

While the music still plays
Through the wind and the rain
And that guitar strap

you at 905, can't wait to see you live
You know I like that dress, I think it fits you best
Brown skin so moisturized, it took me by surprise
I'm caught

I saw your eyes light up, a smile on your face,
cs you gazed upon a picture, a moment's embrace.
In those old photographs, when I was twenty-four,

watch the day go by
Lazy ass hoe don't have a schedule
But she give head and roll my J's so good
God damn I got holy wood
Holyfield bitch I wish you would

Sitting there, wasting time.
I feel  so lost in my life
Lying on my couch
Having cereal and sigh

Food got cold. I got old.
cll the stories have been

voice he said to me:
'there's now you, there's now me, and there's him'
My friend begged us to kill it
Though we were not holy men
We hoped our exorcism

move when told, lose or fold your money
Win with the new or old ways, wait
You can do the classic but the fact is
You'll only earn a few grand from

feel my flaws directly from my soul
The pressure that I'm putting on myself is getting old
And I'll take you way back to a time I was in the basement

Once upon a time
I was lost in a distant country
cnd as I walked through the woods
I came across a thousand year old tree
cs I was resting on its

evr say
Is turn it up
Hippies with some money
Young folks in their twenties
Tattooed from the head to their toes
Dancing to songs
Written by old souls