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coming for all them
I was stuck in my ways
The old me by the way I don't know him
Want a downfall don't get your hopes up
I got way more and I'm feeling

hours, In that hospital chair
Oh in that hospital chair

I'll always be by your side, yeah Oscar
A bond that never ever dies
When we sat in that chair so

muffled
Four showers a day, time to inspire me
I'm sorry to the Earth, my fault entirely
I never meant to use your resources
To cope with my existential

Turn back time overcast, friends, better days
It's nearing winter time, I love my clouds grey
Making fun of each other, in a joking way
Buying dumb shit

much time to say what it means.
They tell me that my father is sick once again
With the plague that has decimated many old men
I settle once more into

the one, or some stranger who is around
All the real ones leave you anyway sometime
It is a thought I keep to cry less when it's time (hey)

Day later

I

Crime Pays

Young Buck

T.I.P.

2005

it, how it go
17 years old, I'm rappin 10 at a time
To me, front shit ain't punk shit, long as I get mine
And we can get down to shine, no more sellin

the closet I can’t make my mind up
I was drug through mud like a diamond 

Came a long way
I remember them old days 
Now I’m covered in gold chains 
I got no

Non-Toxic

Lit

Sonic Style

2001

finest hour I'm still alone

But old news can change, as memories float downstream
So don't judge me by my failures, only by my dreams.

seven designation, secret agent
I been smellin' all the flowers, I been pickin' all the daisies
I ingest it by the hour, too much info doesn't phase me
I

just a kid with a passion to blow up 

Got introduced to rapping 

By my bro Chuck 

Around age eleven 

Wrote my first rhyme ever 

For the first time

the underworld.
They will rot, eternally.

Consigned to oblivion,
where there is no time.
Consumed by eternal rage, forever.
Consigned to oblivion in the town

Hmm, typical
What happened bro?
Every single day you remind me how you aren't that old you
But in your music you sound sixteen again
It's always

like a shadow on the wall
But time with restless footsteps hurries by
And now beside the road
There stands the pilgrim of the year to be
Falling leaves

Murder everyday with this knife, pray that it's
Over quick, but I might take acid
And trip out for a couple hours, my days passing
By in a flash, mind is

and late night drinks
Could've guessed by the end of the hour
There was more than just a little smile on my face
Covered in custard and cookies and cream

And after the video chat um she said that was the last time I'm talking to her on the phone

I love my daughter and I tell her every day
That she's my

T-U-R-T-L-E Power!

Hit Crew

Drew's Famous Adventure Movie Hits

2003

hurry up.  There's no time to waste.
We need help like quick, on the double.
Have pity on the city man it's in trouble.
We need heroes like the Lone

stressing in ya home we would make love and then go take a shower
By the hour we go out to eat and then we go home I roll up and I rub ya feet
We got that old

weren't cheap
And they were hustler's so
And there was a few monumental times when
I couldn't go outside to play because I hadn't practiced yet

One Day

then, drowsy hours while the adults reminisce 
of times long gone, times we were yet to live. 
Rain drops on the roof and autumn passed by, 
8 years old

on the move again, and this morning
When every old scenes appear and pass by me
Have to take care of what you're needing me to bring over to you
Receiving

when I am it's SXSW
Coachella one day make it fun way
I might live there give me one way 

I can't find the words so I'm mumblin' 
I can't find the words

simply say there's no debate
The music is the only way
I can communicate
But by the time you here this
It's prolly gon' be too late
I never give you