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on your clique
With my shoes untied
And you are just a never clucker
You plucking my nerves you wack mother fucker
("MC sucker" - MC Lyte)
I shot

happen
And how it happen
And what if
Insomnia got the best of me but I can't slip
Mind in a thousand places
Shit I gotta get a grip
I'm plucking petals

parole, I gotta run this show
Please stay woke
Probably gonna die when I hit goals
Been a hero once so it's time to go
Plucking plucking plucking plucking

Just bellow my collarbone

I spend my waking days, all the time I'm alone
Plucking petals out one by one
Plucking petals out one by one

Maybe I'm

You were a fleeting moment of serendipity
What a pity
That you got to fly but you never took my wings from me 

I've been plucking at my guts to call

You were a fleeting moment of serendipity
What a pity
That you got to fly, but you never took my wings from me

I've been plucking at my guts to call

one
Plucking out a Civic
Yeah
Can tell a nigga get it
Live it how I live it
In da trap with my trap car Honda Civic
Yeah
I just wanna kill it
Tell her

like I'm undercover brother dawg
This a wine dine sitch
This a prime time glitch
Wanted peaches now I'm plucking off a vine like this
This a wine dine

Ooo Yeah Yeah Yeah

Roses
Plucking the peddles out
I just fell in love with the game
I'm just hoping it feel the same
Despite everything in the way
I

Nothing fills us up
We're running out of life
We're running out of life
And still we want more
Plucking it clean before it's ripe
We're running out of life

Plucking guitars and fixing fusion reactors
Out here it was a hell of a year

Back in ninety nine we were just a couple of kids
Nobody even gave a damn what

faces, but the whole wide world feels fast asleep
While my little paper cut runs skin deep

I'm not alone, the lie is a nuisance plucking at my feelings

my cage without asking
Plucking away, plucking away the life out of me one phrase at a time. Then
Lay me on my belly, real still and paralyzed. I let

Bitch im different
Plucking feathers for the chicken call me pokko get with it
Yea its pokko get with it
Plucking feathers for the chicken
Bitch im

Mental insanity 
Impulsive torturer 
I can't resist
The beheading 
Start my jockey 
Plucking your fingers 
Plucking your teeth 
Pleasure to Torture

I know my lonely self imposed
I'm plucking petals off a rose
I'll leave the thorns though
I'm drowning in this world, oh now
I know my lonely self

I'm chasing a melody or so it seems
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll

Thrones

The Dears

Degeneration Street

one of us has the guts to bear a cross
Do you?

We can't go through this again
Plucking our eyes out, turning to stone
Give up on heaven, give up

fruit jar
cnd old men keep plucking plucking that bass string guitar
Pig feet and barbecue (pig feet and barbecue), catfish and homemade brew
Butter beans

bobby no I'm sucking
Oh baby hold me I'm cumming
Be my mango I'm plucking
This love dey shack me o npa mi
See my baby I'm sucking
Oh my lady, oh lady
Owo

a hand, they're marching while they play
Banging those strings and plucking those things - hurray, hurray, hurray
Here comes the band, so give them a hand,

Walk up in the kitchen
Grab the chickens
Start to plucking
Ask him if he need the vegetables
He say he need the onions
If you really wanna eat I

plucking petals
So damn over you and sinking to your level cause

Ooh, ooh, ooh, it's my turn to burn you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, it's my turn to burn you

Ya think

you made me 
Oh I still do, I still do 
I think about you 
Plucking at your old guitar 
Showing me you secret scars
Oh I still do, I still do 
I think