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saying, you know, that's the blessing. Now we can go around and look at each other and say, Oh, you got one too?! And be free. And we want to defend
on believing though it's hard.
I dreamed of roses and romance, slow dancing under the moonlight by your side.
I tried to find a way to make you stay, but that's
in the land of the free
I ain't rich but I got everything I need
So I work hard play hard pray hard too
Cause You get what ya give
And I always give
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
of the ocean I feel in my sleep
Can't reach the surface I'm in too deep
I pray the Lord my family I keep
From being consumed by the heavy heaps
As I try to move
We sang along and it felt good but it's gone by
There's fog in the 5 but you know I feel cold too
It's bothering me that you're aware of it
Changing
The door's sliding shut and I don't choose to hold on
I know I can try but suddenly give up
Then I sit by the door because I can't seem to move
My
something
Under his breath, two shells is left
Everyday niggas dance with death
I got a tone that make you one-two step
You see, life's too short to be so
ain’t no expert on sell-by dates
But I think you’re overdue
Don’t feel a thing when you’re lying inside my arms
It’s hard to get through to your head past
should buy your contract, put your ass on hold for another year
You picked the wrong one, so bring your click
Now we can handle this like ladies
Or care
Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown I'm grindin', tryin' to make it by
the police
You so fire it's a crime
Yeah your beauty is illegal
Girl you too much them no fit handle
These girls dey vex them no fit stand you
Yeah your vibe
abundance
Has left us in want
Our knowledge has made us cynical
Our cleverness
Hard and unkind
We think too much
And feel too little
More than machinery
We
to think, I want to start to drink
Make a self-pity club call it Martyrs Inc
The newsletters free and that’s hard to beat
We’re all too poor to ever charge
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
or whatever is most beneficial while I'm me
I know too much. It's not enough
I'm a free fucking man locked in cuffs
Yes, the key, it costs a bunch
The one thing
that I got was your love
But for me it's hard to get enough
Used you to hold my pieces tight
believed that I will be alright
If I broke inside
Used you
already knowin', you can't give up, you just cain't
Comin' up is hard, givin' up is easy
You always get the game from your homey Too Sheezy
I keep it
hard. Taking lives don't make you special
Hold a gun, makes you a God. Shoot the gun, makes you the devil
Yeah, y'all don't really want smoke. Don't
Ooooooh
If I told you
That you had a nice body
Would you hold it against me
I opened up to you
When I told you my history
But now I'm on tour
And I
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
in a jeep
Try to take you out to see things and occasionally creep
Yeah your man is doing things I can't really see
Don't sound too good it sound
but navy looms. when
we say fuck all that all together, he buys up all
that sound. he's a privateer made hard in the
long history of singing cargo
sounding the same like a pattern
You did your part that's a pat in the back
Promoters too stupid to handle the boy
The boy the man, the world is too slow
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