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Awful pain in my breast, high level pressure over my chest 
My legs ain't working, my legs ain't working no more 
Angry demons in my head, my soul

of saboteur
I press him to my breast
Hackles high
Dilated eye
I cool him with my breath
(Ha!)
We're not to give a name
And not to let him in
As not to rue

The life is rising in my breast
High above the lonely rest
The field of love in which I toiled
Was never lost and never spoiled
Ashes are all that lie before

Breast high
Lips sealed
Hair laid
Eyes wide
But you can't find your soul
Believe your lies
Cause you want to hide
What remains inside
It's time

Mr. MTV

Nothing More

Nothing More

2014

Free drugs, cheap sex
Fake tans, big breasts
High times, pimped rides
Lost days to blackout nights

I need this, I need that
I'm not complete with

Watching TV

Roger Waters

Amused to Death

1992

Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes

She had perfect breasts
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes

She like the boys in the band
She like the boys in the band

Long hair short dress
V-neck cut showing off her breast
Expensive high heels
Everybody

models w bottles and Percocets
Yea she bozjee and she got them perky breasts 
She high class she don’t do that twerkin shit 
We might slide on yo block

tender loving and care
You get the right stroke to the left stroke
To the back stroke to the breast stroke yea
High note with a side note
With a tied rope

loving and care
You get the right stroke to the left stroke to the back stroke to the breast stroke yea
High note with a side note with a tied rope

rivals
But I was back same day with my tool
Now gyal wan' show interest
Like I weren't grabbin' up
Breast in high school (Huh)
Top button undone, shank in

Benevolent

Tory Lanez

Memories Don't Die

2018

feel me
Uh, Pablo, my chick Tata
Nice breasts with the high thighs like KFC
Only thing missin' was the hot fries and the cold Coke
Make warm but it's

will cry o swallow, be a heart in
The wind's high breast
River the limbs of the sky
With your singing blood
The dead are beginning to breathe:
I see my

their breasts
Were as high as you'd find my fists ever stretched
Do not discount my breath, it's my last weapon left

Everything is fine, right?
Except

checkers 
I kill em on records 
And Mama the reason to blame
My bitch mixed with horse 
So I Giddy up 
She want breast that sit High
Lift ha tittie up
All we

The plan to make my pockets obese, heavyset
Bag a high class bad, fat ass, heavy breast
Get her high then she gon blow me, clarinet
Dollars, Pounds, Francs,

breast
Stayin' so high, can't tell if I'm even depressed

Don't see the price, I grab it and leave 'em a check
Call up the bois, and we drinkin'