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smell i love is Houston's November air
I like spending that, chilling in a hammock
Writing sick rhymes while i'm waitin in traffic
I like dancing to my

Good Morning Tucson

Jonathan Coulton

Artificial Heart

It's still so dark because it's
Still so early and the
Chipper little girlie at the front desk doesn't mind at all
These phony living rooms

the challenges. I’m ready to win. 
I trust in the process I trust in faith
Living day by day, I’m feeling so damn great 

My mind is focused heart open wide 
Taking

You look way better in my white tee huh
And it's blue too
How you feel to have songs about you on YouTube
Your face in my room just by the Bluetooth
I

Steam rises from a peak in the earth
Bright sun, sweet ocean breeze
Feels like I'm living a dream

Is this too good to be true
That I inhabit this room

to picture big vacations 
Now I'm loosing my patience 
REMINISCING when I met her 
On the smokeist nights 
In mid November on the 12th Bout 11:05 
She looking

I welcome y'all to greatness
You now witnessing a legend
Real nigga shit

Uh, I've seen it all from a crackhead living room
Never get in tune

for a sleepover at your house in the projects
Your room was filled with death metal posters and shoplifted objects
Your diet was Mountain Dew, lays

Your boy's a genius I know
That wasn't part of the plan
I made the statement and I
Stand by it my man
Stand corrected I'm only leaning on walls
But

sitting in your living room
In a rocking chair
It'll give you something to do
But it won't get you anywhere

So go outside and breathe the air
Don't be

dark
Behind her eyes I saw a spark
That spoke of a determination within

Chorus
I was in the depths of despair
I'd been dumped by my latest flame
I'd no

gave me her contact ima text her when I'm finished
Dj got me in my zone not hard for me to get in it
On my T Hil cuz this just how we living
How we

from the walls of my den
Living in a bud plant, I hollowed out the stem
Two stories three rooms it's my Kryptominium
My domain now remains supplied in

[SPM] - 
South Park from the heart jump start 
The game everybody in my hood selling 
Crack cocane

[Hook]
On my block everything goes (goes)
Diamond

pressing case
Saw a hating ass nigga switch up
And it made my day
Soon my money won't even fit in a pick up
Like Alvin said
On the range in the rain
With

I smell like the pack, we turn him to one up in broad day
My white boy be saying I'm gnarly, cause he know I'm all on the wave like a bald fade
Yeah,

(black)
Came to see me in my black skin (black)
Number one question they asking
Fuck every question you asking (black)
If I don't get ran out by

mind in skull
Opposed to on their living room walls

There she stood in the garden bare bodied
Hanging there so lame and lousy
Hanging there for everyone

Sleeping in the living room of Tia Esther's house
On a maroon couch with thick pillows
The couch was located under a bay window
The curtains were drawn open

of my work
Kurt, the space he moves ain't numeric,
Not another generic for a X, sure that's metameric
My flow doesn't follow, algorithmic
Bollocks in GC

body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street

Ravens [Live]

Mount Eerie

(After)

2018

In October 2015, I was out in the yard
I'd just finished splitting up the scrap two-by-fours into kindling
I glanced up at the half moon, pink,

thinking I'm bound to crash
They got the wrong nigga
I never did come in last
I may be late
But they last
And I'm up off my ass
The early bird get that bag

Yeh
It's Mr. Me motherfucker
It's Mr. Me
Im from mountains and the hills
Where the green always growing
Racks in my pocket lowkey don't show it
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