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it's our survival And it way too late to throw in the fucking Towel Lay your head down and hear the devil dogs Howel But I'm, not a stupid bitch I'm
grade listen with glee Where do they come from, where do they go? Questions as these, I'd like to know Soon howel's and laughter are lost to the roar
when I climax I make um Howel yeah ask the bar back you Cant hide ill flip a hay stack bag of Hearts get away on a horse back God stars are shining we
Merciful God... Samuel Howels Verse 1 Going down memory lane Imagining the pains you went through You gave your life as sacrifice For my redemption
should be your own Sheppard Don't die with your defeat The jackals laugh at leopards They've set all their wolves free The howels luminate the streets
aint never howel Bet they hand dirty but throw in the towel You talking that later, I'm talking right now Ahora aqui We soda popping My crew is the shit
on chai, lean fuck your bowels He running for nun he up in a foul Full moon shit you know ima howel Ima lyricist won't run out of vowels All kinda money I do
there's spotlights on me style of the fuma howel with da moon how u gonna bust if there's no room waa its da style of da fume get the dough and move
Within my black soul A fire burns The fire of god's destruction The shadowstorms Howel again The light will fade away and die Black souls...eternal souls
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