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your foes by your side"
She told me fairy tales about those succubi
And now I dance with the devil and the devil still smiles
Because she's dancing for

with fuzz only when
Nomads alighted to eat and rest

We shared our daily duties
We both had parts to fit
I'd tell the tales and sing the psalms
Prayed

I’d given up hope that my eyes could be opened now
My first and only wish you see, I’m drawn in by your gravity
A happiness here together with you

Can

the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas, toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in

these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga
Road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, "So trill"?
Nigga, this is New York,

the shots
I'm like the Durell
Order stitches for these snitches
Dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave

leave them kids alone!

Welcome to hicksville! For some it's heaven for some it's hell
Cause here in Hicksville! There's traumatisin' tales to tell

And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by

The smiler watches certainly
The hero of the hourglass dream
The smiler cries, you leave
The hero of the hourglass dream
A poisonous tale of a dream unknown

Eye on beyond
I can see the light
Past all the chains I got and tales of sacrifice
Trapped by 59
All the walls caved that summer night
The stars

carry a pistol and a blade so I always got options
I know you think that you a killer but you soft just like cotton
I leave you dead in the woods fucking

Morning Glory

Tim Buckley

Peel Sessions

1991

I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by,
And I waited in my fleeting house

like these 
By light of the moon
Our tales will be told
In eyes of the future 
We will never grow old

We've seen our fair share
Of the Tyburn Tree swing

Wait, let me make sure that my pen right
It's blood shot eyes I'm the one with all the insight
And I ain't just get hype, homie, I been nice
Well

Tomorrowland

Savage Circus

Dreamland Manor

Grey is the sky and cold is the wind 
Shadows dancing inside of my room 
Make them go away 
Leave me alone 

Endless days and lonely nights 
In

turn around

Says she'll never be alone
All seven sisters give her light
But the last leaves have blown
And the bay is cold at night
Pages of tales in

Lips so sweet
Feel her near
Her stirring touch
The velvet voice
Stroking your ear
So sweet promises
And fairy-tales

You're playing hard with fire

I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond that passed it by
And I waited in my lonely house

Before he

months with your sword and bow and arrow
Now you cross the border to the beast's holy land

You've heard countless tales of tragedy from the people in your

And you'll be learning how to leave
When you go
It's so enticing, soon you'll see
I've heard tales from travelers by
It's been told from time to time
Wagon's

of the hill stand tall as the trees
Big online but your small as a bee
Message your bitch I go finish and leave
I was just sixteen with a notepad
Sixteen bars

window all-black vento
The fear read his eyes that
Told me he was simple
He pointed to shoot the choppa but lethally
I tried to stop him from
Gettin' hit

likes leaves
Her dreams cut like a knife
I call it 'Ghosted Under the Light'
Now I'm sorry to mention the topic
But I can't help but feel it's ironic

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in