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the seams
But I was mended by the love of my mama
To fight the devils down in me

I left for Nashville with no money to my name
I sang on 17th like I was

The Runaways

Babe Ruth

First Base

1972

Now he's finding he's lost every way
Hopes shattering one by one day
Don't you trust no one's heart
'Cause they'll tear you apart
And they'll laugh

You're baby's going out
But she doesn't wanna go with you
When the beat is loud
Then she wants to dance with someone new
She moves with the disco

cracker
M santi’m lwen man m’en equater
Chich pou high mwen m’pa smoke a gratè
Plede banm pass m’pa pè challenge
M te konn met bòz mwen nan bwat a lunch
No

a breeze no New Orleans
But a saint is what you ain’t what you Thank 
Thought I cared about her hair or what you drank 
Cuz you strip, thought I would tip

no! He won't leave!"
Like an Ace in a button-up: trick up sleeve. 
This line is to all the niggas sucking teeth;
Rose pedals in your chick's bed: such

Getting Revelation gotta write that 
Government officials 
Tryna stop that
Son of God 
I'm a Saint
I'm with God 
I will never faint 
Nothing moves me 
I

shots, shots) til you're dead
Too many opps wanna see us dead (Pew pew pew)
Even in the heat, we ain't ever call the feds (Fuck 12)
Our folks came from

as you're by my side
Cause I'll be fighting for my life
For like the rest of our lives, uh
No surprise
Survival of the fittest
They're trying to block my

why I'm gonna write down all of my pain 
If you're not by my side get the fuck out my way 
Don't ask how I feel cuz now I feel everything 
I kept it

me will stay private
Whatever the weather I stay by it
I tried to keep my head up, instead I became quiet
But no more, every spoken word I bleed it out

page 
You were such a saint 

now this taint
Please oh please 
dont go
Theres another show

Only been 6 days 
please stay watch me grow
Your souls what

neither dismayed
But everything I'm about to say I want you to write in a page You gone prophesize and Pray 30 night, 30 days
If you're looking for

Only two things that I hoped would never come to pass:
Die inside a hospital and drawn-out death by cancer

How ironic that my death has mirrored my

want to cross that road
Get the hell out of my life
And light up as a fraud
But every saint
Is'nt healing
May you please take me home
My dignity you're

for neighborhood
Holla at the PYTs, godamn you're a ten
Crusin' down Beach Blvd, passing by Knotts Berry Farm
Buena Park, Santa Ana
Garden Grove,

Verse:
When your arms are empty, got no where to go
Come on out and catch the show
There'll be saints and sinners you'll see losers and winners
All

damned if I find 
A Pamela Anderson 
Sneak cameras into the ambulance 
You gotta fight for your life in this pyramid 
No schemes 
By any means 
Malcolm X

them hop in an album that's no skips
Dead or alive, they talk of their top five
I'm trying to be in that number like the saints marching in
Been

you're a winner
Don't care about the rest, just doing my best, finally I'm having some fun
I've paid all of my dues, know that I can't lose, no longer

because life is old hotel doors

I walked by Plato's cave
No lights were on
Either the residence learn to be slaves
Or they are all gone

The truth is that

Next time you feel like you’re on the edge... PUSH IT! IMA GET IT. IMA-IMA GO
Up in the mornin’ - Got me workin’ 9 ta 5 Life passin’ by in front

and raisng the the digits
Rolling a blunt in front of the feds
Ice on my neck, glock in my hand
Saint Laurent shoes that's how i flex
While you're fucking your

I'm no saint but people change
Please just call me by my name
Yeah you broke my heart but I forgave you and I'm okay with that
I say I'm in love with