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summer stuck in my house
You're out with your friends y'all going all out
While I'm trapped inside this box and I can't get out
No, I can't get out
And I

it by any means
Guess it's time we moving to the streets
From pushing lbs to pushing keys
I'm sorry to my brother A.D.

I know we said we'd never move

kill a kop in self-defense now he wanna burn me
Get out the country is the journey
First, kidnap the D.A and have him prayin to be layin on a gurney
Only

I would still be on my feet
Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
cnd I'm drawn to those ones that ain't

said you never wanted cancer
So do you want me
I know it isn't much but girl I got it by my lonely
Was waiting for a queen like you to hold me!
I wrote

I would still be on my feet
Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
cnd I'm drawn to those ones that ain't

on chrome hearts on me
I told her that I'm coming by Myself but I am not lonely
She gone fuck it up and do her thang and then she drop it on me
Told her baby

on a diet...
Is it healthy to roll loaded Lux when u battling Giants...
In hopes to own islands and have Billie Elish looking dimes bat they iris...
Hold up

of the cycle
Wish you'd let the
Pride go
You are in a
World of your own
Unaware
Of how lonely
I've become
Seems complacency
Has won
And
Love is losing
Second

remember that day you were lonely and
Uh sad and neurotic and anxious and depressed
And every other bad feeling in the world
And if only you could talk

can't stand on my own again[01:00.47]The night will come looking for a friend[01:12.80]The sun will run and hide[01:16.29]Lonely on this island it watches

I would still be on my feet
Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
cnd I'm drawn to those ones that ain't

in the 80s
I'd be just fine on my own
I don't need to write a cheesy love song
To say that I want you
To say that I want you bad
I'll use my manly

girls and boys 

I'm Sitting in detention feeling like the breakfast club
Staring at my desk wishing that i had a hug
I wouldnt pay attention but what I'd

at night
And think of how it all should be
There's an honest way to go
And say you think you know
Without burning everything

There's an island in the middle

know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did to Pharcyde

on an island surrounded by
Fucking sharks in the sea
In this world it's too hard to be free
Fucking demons made me the
Mark of the beast
Staying inside a dim

Consciousness
Enslaved by the rich
This shit is crazy
I'll rock you in the face
And leave you twisted
Lookin' like Cheney
In a puddle like gravy
Just not as tasty

18 years old sitting in the dark 
Strumming my guitar 
My Life was Falling apart 
My heart was bleeding from these lacerations
Caused by these ex

I would still be on my feet

Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
cnd I'm drawn to those ones that ain't

in the great Jehovah Rapha
I ain't lying I got scars like Mufasa
Thank You daily that You are my Father
No man is an island
I'm a man on an island

he knows it's a P-ting
Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting
Like "Yo boss it's me again
Yes it's me again" show me your new Ed
My garments, cost

Goodbye

Killah Priest

Black August

2003

a resurrection at box
Religious, intervenous, take my name in vain
Clinically insane, hold secrets
Mentally slain for their repentance by the government
Hold

nerds into Davy Jones' locker
Putting dreadlocks on my dreadnought
Lonely Island but it's tropical
Highly probable that the Doug is unstoppable
If I could