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this shit
Sit yo white ass down
Got yourself stressed
Stop saying nigga, nigga
Hidin' all these kids
Yeah, it's coming to light
While you're humping

our Gen  shit (Gen) 

Silent tend to shine 
I burnt the whole bowl turn circle empty dry 
Suffocated by all the shitty lies instinctively
Saint John

Gen shit (Gen) 

Silent tend to shine 
I burnt the whole bowl turn circle empty dry 
Suffocated by all the shitty lies instinctively
Saint John

Left a scar on my heart
 
But its okay
I said its okay
 
Cos im too quick in my own lane
I bagged a bitch that tells white lies like cocaine
 
You dug

looking back
Instead of trying to grasp more, you could've allowed your palm
To be her dance floor, you're her faded memory she can't store
The damn chores

enough

Muddy memories
Oh the white lies hurt
Fill my stomach with the dirt
Write your number on my shirt

Say it like you mean it
Oh I find it kinda odd

Oh

This summer we met for the last time
Blue skies and white lies, yet you said your goodbyes
Oh baby, when will you see that you were meant to be

Let's take it back for a minute and hit up memory lane
Daily playing games in the street, life was simple and plain
We were boys from the beginning,

heart to see
What you had and now
You're wanting me
No no
Forgive and love I tried to do
But the hurts too deep
And that's on you
With your lies and your

jokes
And play with my hair
I miss the good times we shared
I miss your little white lies
Life of the party, she the night life
I love the way her eyes

The bieh bieh wey black before,
na so so white hair remain
When i see my mother now,
I can only wonder how the time flew by and it'll never be enough.
I'm

the tip now
Maybe we can just talk and I can flip the script now

Damn you seem real tense help me pull your zip down
I promise no lies and no secrets
Ain't

me what you fear
Cuz I ain’t tellin no lies 
You always hanging 
With ya friends 
When I’m tryna spend time 
Ain’t got time to creep
Tired

I'm rockin' all this ice, hope I don't drown
I'm rockin' Off-White, I'm dripped out
Shh, you better shut your mouth
Better not get too loud
I put

Whistles in the Wind

Boogiemonsters

God Sound

1997

and how they changing serial number to health 

care 

that's sold by Clinton to your moms 

The Armageddon 

With rebel forces dropping bombs like

Lithuania

Dan Bern

The Swastika

And its no so much that your memory finally heeded 
But you gave up needing to need it 

Hey, the fog has gone 
Hey, the fog has gone 
Its time for you

we finally die

Cuz
There is no fixing what was never right
Too many years under a rule all white
And us all blind by what they advertise
To sell our

(Oh my god, I have no words for you. Just oh my god)
(Eliii)
See you all around feel your voice and hear the sound of your beating heart
I want

There is a tale of a man
Who became a clock as
The price for his own acts
When conspiring as son
The river flows again
And the memories made
Painful

white lies
Cause all I think about is you and those pink skies
Soon summer falls
And you can still give me a call
And if I could rewind time
I'd do it all

and a mouth full of white lies
Fell back trying to read the signs in time
Was I playing for the other side?

Passed out getting high on Tramadol
Close call with

the town
Brush black and white
Your appetite
Large
The Afterlife
Far
I'm lapping up the laughter
Lapping cats that played
the fraud
It's that southern summer

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to calm all nerves
To pull the bull by the horn, to make you change all your thoughts,
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