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You know that
Foundations old and might fall apart
You paint in broad strokes
Invest in diamonds and lovers
The others
Smeared across the canvas

Accept my heart and I’ll build you a castle with love as its foundation.

In my mind when I think of you my love,
I got a feeling that I might lose

tryin to break the foundation
But shawty is thicka than foundation
On old ladies way past they eighties
I know the jokes I’m makin
Be driven you crazy
But

heart was penned in blessed brush strokes
A picture, of dams breaking like clouds with Sun rays pouring in your windowpane
Take it in, let the levies

That's my bae that's my bae
Yea his love it drives me crazy
Blue sapphire just like Bombay
Heart on fire yea some would say
We fuck periodically but

Mutual fund
Mutually fun
Until our heart bankrupted
Ruptured
Painless
Was never really realistic
But always the intention
You see
Stick and stone might

ain't
People never understand the strokes of Picasso
They finally get the picture when he finished paint
The reason why the canvas to our hearts is

into
Working on my stroke while I'm being woke
Hope my words evoke the vigor of this approach
Don't ever pass me the roach unless you want
The wu tang

Ode to a pretzel, giant pretzel
Ode to a pretzel, giant pretzel

Heart has no boundary
True heart is real love
Salt is the foundry
The foundation

keeper as the road for the wheel 
He lifts the book cover-a crane carrying a foundation or a stork the first babe of a generation
Either way we all know

about
Fucking this shawty stroke In N Out
Den then I'll get a burger from In N Out
I hit station
This not vacation
Go work every day shit
Domination
Build

glow just like a Star, and from what I've seen, you are
Magical shifting
Slide my rhythm
Stroke my broken heart
Sound of my guitar; aligned to my spirit,

the bread in the vault, yeah
Red into white the result, yeah
Raw
Pen strokes, penned hope, yeah
King come, been so, yeah
Dope fiends, sotzo, yeah
All works be

You lay out the Canvas and paint my gender black with one brush stroke
Hashtag men are Scum and I must confess, scum is such a hashtag
But I guess

that way they'll receive my message
Ask me if I care as I stare in the air and stroke my beard hair and act like you're not there

New World Order
Bow

she's gone
And through the purple rain, it's her I lean on
The foundation is solid to build a team on
And they failed cause they was building the team

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

don't seem to mean much;
Of anyone we've used more that most.
Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,
Thrown around in

foundations at the stroke of his pen
And the world collapsed around him as he wept
For the one who broke his heart took one too many steps

A storm is