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or it's bars around your mind
There's no where to run, no where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is

Yeah, open up, open up
Yeah, yeah, open up, open up
Yeah
Open up windows, no hitch
Three, four, five, six, seven, I'm rich
Ignorance doesn't mean

and
Flows and microphones
Supplying hoes and going hard on the road

I'll make a man sekkle that lip, bang swift
Next day be coming around on
Some bredda mans

Uh, for 3 months and 4 weeks and 6 days
No time for sleep, ain't no callin' in a sick day
Building the gallery as only we can
Glass display

Uh, for 3 months and 4 weeks and 6 days
No time for sleep, ain't no callin' in a sick day
Building the gallery as only we can
Glass display

on the camera all day
Then try and bring pennies to fix their habits
Cats get punched up for main road dramatics
Or try to flag man down in broad day traffic

there's something wrong
Bitch you gotta get that shit, lil baby whatchu' want?
Hop up on that 6-4 (fo')
4am thuggin' by myself, don't leave alone
Rockin'

faced
I was slow paced
Now I'm not fine
Now I'm not fine
But I think I'm getting better day by day
I'm thinking that I never really needed you to stay

Distanced by panes of glasswork and frame
Phone calls are torture, but there's no other way
Another crash, a flash on a screen
Everyone is dying, but

can't help you losing interest
Now the days they going by
Percentages a major reason why
A lot escape this life
I'm giving more than most
That do live

It's a quarter to six, I should be sleeping or gone or both

And my backpack's full. Packed tight: cylindrical
I could be gone for a day or two, or maybe

Where we split on a five 
And the moment is alive 
Up at 6:45 until midnight comes 
And the sun goes by
I'm singing, we alright 
I'm searching for

I've become
Philippians one six
Being confident of this
That He who began a good work in you
Will carry it out
Until completion
Until the day of Christ

ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Nine, six, seven till the day I die
I told you I'ma ride, seven, eight or forty nine
We at the park
But didn't

ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Nine, six, seven till the day I die
I told you I'ma ride, seven, eight or forty nine
We at the park
But didn't

ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Nine, six, seven till the day I die
I told you I'ma ride, seven, eight or forty nine
We at the park
But didn't

dried up, it was time to go
Pack up the old six-string, then I hit the road

When I was a young man, I lived wild and free
Different girl, different drug,

Made Up English Oceans

Drive-By Truckers

English Oceans

2014

6x9 and counting down in one after the other
They'll go running up and down the road, angry as their mothers
Over senseless acts of selfishness

it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six

Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy

Bing Crosby

Coolest Christmas

1994

far, huh?

Yeah, I'm not as young as I look

Haha! None of us is these days

In fact, I've got a six year old son
And he really gets excited

I hit the road

Money on their heads a bounty
Ima let it blow

You kno ima let it go

I'm moving wit the 6
I guess I'm running wit my wOez

I stayed on my toes, didn't play by your code, I'll make my own road I know it won't be long, yeah, no it won't be long

Won't be long till it

How I Met My Ex

Dave

Game Over

2017

tracks, made 6 or 7 racks
A couple days later on twitter I saw this photo of myself and I was grinning
That 4K camera of quality had got me tripping
So

Balenciaga
Wake up every day, do what I wanna
I just might go take a flight to Guatemala just to fuck somebody daughter (ooh, ooh)
Goddamn, that G6 touch