Lyrics:
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But you pushin' me away, I might just play you too
I got options, baby but I stay with you
Paragraph texts lead to makeup sex
I need respect
red ponchos
Paragraphs disperse lead, pronto
Bring you to your knees slow, like Tebow watchin' the Jets-Broncos
Look at what my thoughts bring
These
Let me talk my shit and get everything out the way
Things not going my way so I feel some type of way
Writing paragraphs but don't got to much to say
I don't want this story to end, it's keeping me busy at night
I've studied every single letter and somehow it's just u n i
The paragraphs are our
I'm taking notes but my pencils out of lead
So I'm writing all them down on the pages in my head
I've got paragraphs and paragraphs of tips you gave
The States
'Cause in my rap cookbook
Paragraphs is gourmet
You pair about five thousand the plug
Swerve through the sunset out in Cali
Is all I'm thinkin'
I miss the paragraphs and paper hearts
Summer of 18' when we fell apart
We were so young, we were so dumb, we had the time then
We were so young, we
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
me
The same mistakes
It's every time
I try to lead you back to me
But every time I try I see
Pretend that I'm allowed to choose
You like how I drive
mentality
In these occupying forces it leads to lethality
Last patrol of the night, no time to be caught sleeping
When everyone's an enemy you jump at shadows
I have
Powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders
But without a path
Ya mentally paralyzed
Crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred
Then it
consequences of various ordinary everyday activities you might be
performing which could eventually lead to The Death Penalty (or affect your parents'
credit
I have
Powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders
But without a path
Ya mentally paralyzed
Crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred
Then it
Everyday activities you might be performing
Which could eventually lead to
The death penalty
(or affect your parents' credit rating)
Our criminal
a conversation, talk about life man-to-man
You disappointed, I can read your body language like a paragraph"
"Logic, yeah, that's cool and all, but I'd much
She said we were temporary
I fell in love and that was scary
I know this happened before ya
Loving always leads me to the floor
I believed every
Baby, just follow my lead Grab my Hand, hold it tight and we gon
Be alright member nights, goin' For a ride with your
Jamma blasting make-believe,
of you
'Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my no 2
And it's death in every paragraph
And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin' ass to ash
a hellraiser
I'm blazin trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead
Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty
profit
High noon and there ain't
No secrets, no more excuses
Now our number's up
Let them lead us by the throat
Now just smile
While
the path the paragraphs infiltrate your brain
T.R.I.C.
Risin from the ashes to lead the wretched masses back to the sufi shack - defyin all
Seems like we can't even really talk no more
'Cause talking leads to fighting
And fighting leads to sorrow
Then makin' up just always follows
Baby I
and the other gold
Sinkin', pragmatic songs I wrote
Singin' paragraphs, lachrymose
Feel it rushin' in through my nose
Down my ankles and through my throat
They
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