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doubt the obvious?
You've never left me here alone
My life is proof that You
Are God and in control
Oh, help my little faith to grow
Oh, help my little

Still Preposterously Dank, ooh
PBR by the flute
Find Ryan's pines lying my commute
'Til I got the LL Bean boots made of moose
Enough loot to get the roof

Uh

Ayy, speakers knock, but I didn't get it by my lonely
Lighters up, I gotta burn one for the homies that forever stay
Down since the only

My life is proof purgatory is real
Pain is my brother
Temptation my sister
Married to Misery against my will
I tear open my chest
Let water

known
I'm by your side
Now let me open up your heart
Going higher than the clouds
Wanna hear you scream and shout
I'm the big bang boy, gonna be

surprise
Their submissive pleas, killing them with ease
That was the plan, assail who I can
When no one is left, there's proof of my theft
Rage is

Who’s that girl who’s so unique?
She’s my baby

It seems more than obvious that she’s the one with style
And if you needed proof, the girls are envious

Každá by chtěla trest
Sem na ně ledovej frost
Já a ty sme jinej druh
Hrotim pokrok, slyšeli Pozdě a dostali šok
Do oka drát, do oka drát
Sundej si crop,

hear them engines down the street, bitch you can tell we comin'
When I'm in that pussy, say she feel it in her bellybutton
By the way that we approach

do
You tryna move
You tryna prove
That who you are
Is not the truth
You think you strong
You bullet proof
I gotta gun for you
Gotta come for you
Make

Talo wa logba yen
Talo wa logba yen

I hear she drive g-wagon o
Got nothing to proof o
You go win, I go win
Everybody turn when queen come
Omo oba bo

on to fruition
To the youth we tuition, times hard, scratch friction
Hats off, swords drawn, blood and cuts be proof
It's the truth, why lie? Watch as immigrants

'Round the way work, jewels in the ground, hit the pay dirt
Love is love, you in good hands, Dennis Haysbert
Openly protected by who you be neck and neck

Panicked fear races through the accused
Silence only broken by hideous squelching
A hundred legs, a thousand arms
Play together in a foul symphony

The fool

The proof of fruit that we feast upon
Took our chances with wild romances
Vultures gather on barbed-wire fences

Graveyard
Of memories, graveyard
Of memories,

Aye ah ah ee oh

Lost in the mountains
Blinded by the snow
I can’t go forwards
But it’s the only way to go
Remember the future
It never goes the way

an illusion there can be no proof
Because every construct of logic or thought
Exists within language whose meaning is lost

Spinning round in circles in

girl I had now nowhere to be seen
Was she one in a million or just in my dreams
Proof beside me lipstick on the sheets


Everything about the day is

Masses waiting for salvation 
In a world of pain & agony 
Witnessing the desecration 
By a god they pray to end their grief 
Its their belief

HIGH TIMES
WRITTEN BY:	MICHAEL THOMPSON, LARRY KING AND JOIE SCOTT

KEEP THESE WORDS IN YOUR POCKET OF MEMORIES
LIFE TAKES WORK THAT'S HOW IT'S MEANT

served, a life once birthed
despise the truth but the facts insist
as tooth and root, on the root tooth relies
ideals and their proof blindly coincide

alone
I'm deafened by the chorus
The chorus of look at me
Maybe I'm just old
Did children always live so desperately?
A chorus of the failing
You are

Jestem inny od innych lecz taki jak reszta tu niby
Dziecko Boga i człowieka pół na pół dziwny
Jest mój świat droga ma to living proof
Znów mam deja

living proof that anything can happen
Through the laws corporate jobs and the musical rapping
Witness the white dealt, I drove whats wrapped in
To get