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dance
Haunted by my past, but I won't look back
I've got the future in my hands, on a new track

They laugh and they mock, but they don't see
The magic in

through the project I saw people dying
It made me wanna give up wait the devils lying
Yeah I cocked it back in my hand was a nine and
I was like nine

motorized apocalypse
See metal crunch and hear it
Highway death by motor spirit

Light the fuel
Propagate oxygen and heat
Deify motor spirit
Kiss

the meaning is right
Influenced by the hoods, suffer pressure tonight
That's why I feel I can talk about the shit in my life
Who is he if he has fifty grand

Love and lust collide
In this new song
We defeat what divides us
In this new song
Desire takes us by the hand
With fire we write our names in

I'm not in jail
 
Is it any wonder I've got too much time on my hands
It's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands
It's hard

my fate in strangers' hands
If they're really watching
Then they'll understand
Scrub my brain then scrub again
Thinking how many times can I face my

in your veins again
Because I do really exist
But If you run out of fuel
I'll share my gasoline with you and
We will strengthen each other's best

find our way,
Excitement fuels our hearts for endless days.
Wrapped in cozy scarves, hands entwined with care,
We share secrets, building memories

on my gun)
With you by my side (With you by my side)
We're running through the jungle girl listen with your eyes (We're running through the jungle girl

of fuckin losin

And I 'm tired of being left in broken pieces
Heartache's a bitch I'm not the type to fight it 
I'm all up in all my feelings 
Don't think I

writing code, off by heart

Click, click, rap, tap, generate! Fuel the mood, anticipate
Found in pixels, auto muse, driver image, perfect hues!
From

fuck her 400 times, act like I never met her
I couldn't count on both hands
How many times they tried to find my name off coke cans
Must have found

fuck her 400 times, act like I never met her
I couldn't count on both hands
How many times they tried to 
Find my name off coke cans
Must have found

from the West
Oops, meant to say I'm from the East
I smear a big pile of poop in my hands
I am poor, do my poor nigga dance
I'm a fake skater, I'm

I'm a shining star I'm a heartthrob
Been through somethings a make ya heart stop
Fuel up in that jet fuel up in my heart
Hoping I don’t crash cause I

Together my love
We shine so bright
Hand in hand
Unstoppable force
In this love
We find our true source
Lnoda you are the spark in my life
The fuel to my

to be
My brains locked in now its too late to breathe
Yeah
Sitting on my hands I got plans I wants bands now
Never did the work so you cannot see success

in my skin
I cannot hide
Impurities within
There’s one thing in my mind to fuel this anger living deep in me
There’s one thing in my mind to fuel this

Hold up right quick with the saddening material
I wrote this in the morning at the table eating my cereal
Ha, yeah, I'm so hysterical aren't I?
Okay

I - 

Lyrical darts, inspired by my miserable heart, 
My blind ignorance is visual art/, division of thought,
Has held me in a prisoner's vault,
I do

of those other guys (Those other guys)
Well, alright, alright (Alright, alright)
Alright, yeah yeah, alright (Alright)
In my anxiety I'm buried alive (Buried

Throw hands
My flow is so cold you would Think ima snowman 

I got the strap in the back of the Van
In the bag next to the bands
She lied to me she said

the Aztecs in front of the step pyramids 
The sun shines my shrine projects images 
Heavy jewelry you wear them your neck hemorrhages

I had a vision
I’ve seen