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I don't know anymore
Who do I believe in
Standing in the corridor
The paper sign on the door
Means more to you than me and
Now I wonder if you had

No, never take a hand out
This goin' how I planned out
I know I can now
I'm a give her something to rant about
It ain't hard to understand how
I been

harder. 
Everything just felt so red, was looking for a certain way. 
But it never works out as planned no more
Smoking weed in the corridor. No remorse.

reaching out for the past
The corridors of history
Where you lost the golden keys
They're gone, all gone
They're long, long gone

Cos you're stranded
Never

anything in praise with a diss
Hope off my dick
Not a form of transportation, and being me never will be your occupation 
They love claiming 100's but even

been blazing 
Now you hitting me aye its important
Planned on priorities still elevating 
Watch it burn slow while we counting these payments 
Started

To London City for the briefing, the mission’s planned,
In comes Bond, whilst Moneypenny’s taking short hand,
He hit the hat stand, then M’s plan unfurled,
We

to me. Either way, 
I wish I'd ‘ve wrote down on paper. 
Should have planned forward, rewound the tape, 
and hooked the power cable into the camcorder

To London City for the briefing, the mission’s planned,
In comes Bond, whilst Moneypenny’s taking short hand,
He hit the hat stand, then M’s plan unfurled,
We

name on it
That's why I quit
Not good at math, can't solve a tangent
With no support to keep us alive
Not transportation for the drive and knives

sell dreams mostly because my credits bad
You can find me pilot seat possibly in a medivac
Transportation is a priority but more importantly I'm in

of flatline, cutting cords and feel fine
Flatlined all by my hand, dying like it’s all planned
Devoured rotten sick plate, meals of death on my faith
Digging

Channel the divine, these words speak fire, bend time then unwind
Thru the corridors of ya mind, aligned- now emerging refined
Look within what do

easy when its said
Never done like you planned it
All verbally facade
Kept a nigga looking stranded
Only shaped by the flaws
The good about me is

through the corridor
Broken glass all on the floor
I gave you everything, yeah, that I could
And, I loved you, when nobody else would
Then you changed,

outside
And I slipped right by
They didn't see me in the corridor
I was saying what's wrong with ya
They measured me on the thermometer
And they don't know

This shit basically free
If you're lookin for a joint
You should ask em bout the pre
I always knew that this shit will take off
I planned it I preached

and papers there
To soak in bygone days
The mirror beside me laughs in vain
At the pen I try to raise

When all is set just like I planned
In the house

A violent saint

Calling me
This darkness feels like home
Roam through the corridors
Tell me what lies behind these doors
Empathy
Behind door number one
I

Corridors
Empty halls
Walking by rooms
All are locked
Lights are off
Nothing to do
Now tell me where am I supposed to go?
Into the night or day?

the bathroom 
And I asked you out up in our Room?
And planned over cheerios
Fags On the patio
Then I’ll say 

Will you love me tonight 
Could be the love of my

anywhere but Florida
She so thirsty, but she only drink what I'm pouring up
Like three or four of us, coming down ya corridors
Gats pulled- ya last words

failing but
She didn't give a shit
She was top dog at school
And all the girls were scared
And when she walked through the
Corridors all the boys stared
She

their eyes, get up, stand, arise
Never let a rise, once was warriors
Now it's strung out in the corridors, plan of attack but no coordinates
Who lead my