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Welcome to the world where you can't believe a thing
And everybody is a suspect, trust no one
Keep standing by it but there's no way to deny it
When

way down I can by the way she pulling all up on me

Peep the way she pulling all up on me
Pop out Saint Laurent be my aroma
My brother gone pop out Dior

it?)
Sucker free, confidence high
Such a breeze when I pen rhymes
I just got that air about me like wind chimes (yeah)
Another day in the life (uh)

straight to the fuckin
She look like a model

I said that BOE we going up
I told my bitch to go fill up my cup
I cop an eighth I put that in a blunt
And when

This undying love in my heart
Held captive by the fact that we've been torn apart
Although I know there's no letting go
I'm still alone
A still

grin
He wants me in my past I'll remind him how this ends
Apples and bananas
I'm 'bout to go bananas
Graduated from the color
Bruce Banner baby
Miss me

the Lord's prayer and the Hail Mary when I want to reflect
And I got the sacraments and saints to help me live life correct
But the ultimate artillery is

Land of Confusion [Extended Version]

Genesis

Genesis Archives, Vol. 2: 1976-1992

2000

people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Just tell me why
This is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are

the saints go marching in with a chip on their shoulders,

cnd when his life has come and gone,
Will he remember the words to that beloved song,
That told

too, though like
I didn't get to fully live
In the world where we were still mysterious
Like when we
Were cracking – when we were blowing up more
But not

lies in the aim?
Two lives in the drain who
Cries when they sang?
You hide but you can't you high but you ain't
I advise you to think you'll
Find what

And you could make it the movie
You’ve got to make me believe
So I can believe in you
You can make me believe
And you when you’ve got to go
All I have

I Wish I Was in New Orleans

Tom Waits

Mainstreet

1976

ones, play some pool and listen
To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin When the Saints Go Marching In,
And by

Frontline

Kottonmouth Kings

Hidden Stash

1999

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D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake

live Palestine, long live Gaza
Palestine, Al-Quds, the capital Jerusalem
Unarmed people marching to the wall
And they're shooting 'em
Suppression is

[Chorus: T-Seals]
In the night time, night time
Is when I feel live, feel live
I keep my eyes wide, eyes wide
Couldn't sleep if I tried, I try
In

LESS THAN NOTHING, NOT MORE THAN A MAN
ALIVE TO LIVE THIS LIFE IN VAIN
THE GREATER THE SINNER, THE GREATER
THE SAINT READ THE SIGN WHEN YOU TURN
AROUND

a robot (skrrt)
Ar-15 and it fold out (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Patek or the Richard when I go out (hold on)
Stone cold killer rockin' Goyard (Goyard)

when the saints go marching in
Laura and Vassor sitting in the kitchen
It's December twenty-fifth again
Oh how time flies when you are surrounded by

written in stone

Monsters in the bedroom
Strangers in your home
When you cant trust your family you're forced to live alone
Some say that there's a time

Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's

craccin
Edd don't know no better he damaged, bit by a vamp, nicca he vampin
waitin in the steamer for a opp, niccas campin
old habits, die too hard,

all see
Before their rupture
(What you waiting for, go and get it)

When tide turns into history
The story that we tell, repeats
When we were marching

think lil uzi was right, I just went up in my price
My flow get so wet when I type in my phone, that I gotta go put it in rice (god damn)
Drop the hammer