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Annie had never been happy
Not like them boys down the pub
She said I wanna be loved like they are
But not just by anyone

John said you better sit

Standing at a funeral
Mugged off by the world
Write me off as cynical
Oh baby haven't you heard?
Walking towards Acton
I plant a kiss on your neck
We

Ok lets start off this song pure and simple
I'm just some guy from Brooklyn with dimples
I listen to old School Rap, because it's just my taste
My

and force,
who did not get stuck in these losses’ crowds.

One’ll be healed in whole,
who will play a new role
on a new stage, in a modern playhouse...

alukwa facey
Stuck in the grind I will never let go o
Until Instagram e tinye logo 2go
Kamnukwa na keke na agba na ime mmili
Nwanne owuite dika owu ebe e

to the sky like it's primetime
While we plays eye spy, while we grind
Grind through the time-space, sharper than high stakes
Justice is blind, wait, middle

more time to replace it
Out of sight, play blind, never say shit
No ties cause these niggas love hating
Rather die then abide by what they think

Cause i

tune
The music's played by the, the madman
Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, and ever
Forever young
I

on the same page
Caught in the headlights
What am I doing with my life
Feel the dreams pass by
Like the wind through the pines
Caught in the headlights
What are

Long nights all by my own
Walking these streets to home
Streets that I've never seen
At least before you were with me
Late nights you make me live

When no one can see
I'm there watching you
In your coffin and your cradle
I've been present, unseen
I'm a wraith, a witness
With intimate access

useless tonight
It takes a lifetime to forget
And I have other things in the meantime
The store got raided by the FBI while we played Sega Saturn
Ryan cried

You talking might you homes
By the bet and the beat
That don't pay the bills baby
Is the money I need
Show me the money
Show me the

What this for

contemplating
I call my own shots play by my own rules
Probably hardly not fucking with your groove
I'm my own man nigga I don't follow no fools
Take notes I

I am around you in the shadows
Sit by your bedside every night
The one you fear the most I play with your emotions
Toy with your hopes and dreams
You

You play my heartstrings like guitar
And you sing a song never heard before
If you show me all of your flaws at once
I'd love you a hundred times

a big mack
From Ybor to Mack block
Im good wit the fact talk
100 been my walk
By any means neccessary
I never need that talk
Straight out the mud
Been

Lay by your side
My lungs sigh as yours rise
And I think of all the ways that this tragedy could not end
But if I am the knife, you are the master

storms
Evacuate and invade in the clothes that I've worn
Sworn to the secrets told by the legends
If you believe in heaven there's a hell present
But you

Good days,
I swear we have our
Good days
You have my heart
Will you
keep it safe
Here's the key
No, need to play
I'll be down for you
If you down for

you living on giants
Mounded with earth, but their spirits not silent
Nah
I may be prompted by em, but to the end of me shortsighted
This a movement

the small hours
Since tomorrow is the same as today
I'll peel my eyes open
Strum chords on the porch
Find another sad song to play

My friends are all

one shot would you take or would you rot
Push the gas pedal through the floor boards or just drop
Shout it out if you know me in the street play my beat

by your friends
Not in the mood to play more childish games
This is the part where we cut to the chase
It takes two to tango and we could both use