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raised two kids and this wasn't how they taught em

Just a kid experimenting, and lots of things are temptin
I'm not bad kid just because i get detention
I

black and blessed out here with the elite
Years passed I done seen a lot of things
I done witnessed Hollywood killing dreams
But yet here we are
You don't

you let me down
The memories are all worth this
I wouldn’t
I wouldn’t
I wouldn’t
I wouldn’t want changes
I wouldn’t
I wouldn’t
I wouldn’t want changes
I

Disneyland, and this ain't Hollywood
Everything's made in China, and the jobs are gone for good
We turned the Grand Canyon, into a shopping mall
And a nation

making plays to get a icy wrist 
My hoe, bro hoe, that's yo bitch 
Got me thinking she a stripper dancing on the dick 
When it's Money to be made I can't

Sweet Angel you so soft spoken
I need your lips on my lips
So we can feel less broken
A lot of damage has been done to our hearts
You took keys out

trynna live my life
While your on my mind
This is what your missing

Every second just feels like an hour
How you gonna handle all this power?
Sweet thing

of tears, playin' on repeat, oh why

We made promises by the river, where the willows gently sway
Your smile held a million dreams, but they all got swept

occupied
By my self discovery
And My main goal in life
Make sure I always feel like me
Slow your roll
Who are you, I don't know
I'm trying though
I hope I'm

exactly what I from you
All these words made with meaning are extremely overused by you
You've caught my attention and then you let it go
Who am I to
Do

For the first time in my life
Iʼm sure Iʼm sure Iʼve found you
For the signs are so clear now
That you and I are
Destiny baby
A match made in heaven

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use

that are made
Without excuse 
Are those who refuse
To acknowledge the breath He gave
You've suppressed it deep inside 
How could you be so blind?

No

It's been months since I talk to you
Somehow I always knew
You made me feel so blue
With all the shit you are going through
And I miss the time we

Tormented by this darkened feelin of blood spillin
Losing composure to thoughts of killin forget my will and
Break the walls that are buildin
watch it fall

and ice age this whole planet
I was know as the realest but I felt fake inside over taking by greed my lust and my pride
My various egos couldn't be put

of beauty that only you can reveal
Woman yo' soul is gold
Carefully crafted by God, this here is art in form of man
My heart follow you when you scram
In

50 Grand

Skepta

50 Grand

2015

stab this verse
Just to kill it, I'm able and willing
Rep for the boys, the kids and the women
Tryna get by in the times that we live in
Tryna make

I see in front of me
Deadly rising moon
Above the trees
I seek in memory
Sketch I’ve made in dreams
With you and me

But colors fade
Thoughts insane

A Fly Girl

Boogie Boys

Street Jams: Hip-Hop from the Top, Vol. 2

1992

most
But the gold fingernails are high post
I like pretty hair but I also know
Girls look fly in Kangols
I must say this if you like it or not
I

dreams and losing time

(Chorus)

there is a constant danger to the heart
that can catch you by surprise
and the secrets of the love you had can be

Can We Still Be Friends?

Mandy Moore

Coverage

2003

that life will still go on

We awoke from our dream
Things are not always what they seem
Memories linger on
It's like a sweet, sad, old song

Can

motivated and remain patient 
Give all into your dreams and you'll make it
Notice love and its greatness 
Lets display this Emotive context instead of hate

lingers mid convo like ellipses
I think l'm just too sober for this shit
I take a hit make a smash and take a hit
Made a pass and make a wish
Make it last