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on the ground.
Your a fool; don't fuck around with my dog.
All that I can see I steal.
I fill up my garage.
'Cause in my mind,
Music from Jamaica all
we do not consent it's time we make them atone
I am legend
I am destined
I am ready
I am legend
Our souls were meant to lift up the veil
Our strength
As the starlight and the dewdrops fade away, to be...
(Tuoni open up)
In the eye of wisdom
(Tuoni open up)
Under ground and sea –
(Tuoni open up)
Kingdom
bringing a friend that's gon swallow me up.
Back of the back but we never gon front.
Name a collective that do what they want.
My diamonds be dancing
of broken dreams.
I wonder where you are;
Are you satisfied
To go through life with a chill in your soul,
And a memory that lives by your side?
Don't
Welcome to the love album
You could’ve been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me and I appreciate that
Through my journey of 30 some odd
I'm just rollin
And I think back to all the raves that we did,
all the shows we did all the radio
We'd made up a lot of ground trust me
I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool, don't fuck around with my dog
All that I can see I steal, I fill up my garage
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
We were more than just the same
Now these shoes don't fit, my skin's too tight
When you want a kiss, I take a bite
Let your heart call up
Here comes the water.
All I knew and all I believed
Are crumbling images
That no longer comfort me.
I scramble to reach higher ground,
Some
Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
My touch just some of this album
Oh, Pamela, what did you do?
You touched the ground, then I fell in love with you
Oh, Pamela, what did they say?
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
there when I fell
To catch me, the minute shit was heated, she just bailed
I'm standing here swingin' on like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even
oceans of unknowable emotions
[Chorus]
Just before the end a great efflorescence
A plead to the will of the sea
A great soul collective
Painters
In the year of sixty two the land received a soul
A baby cried, a mother smiles,
A hero made of gold
A heart like a burning flame
Beats like
the sheep, i'd rather be crawling in my sleep
obliterate the menace in me
a collective of trauma and grief
hanging by the thinnest of threads
my god, my
the rough, listen up
If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs
Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us
Unofficial-ness, everything we
The sky throws up storms trying to avenge itself
You feel a pain that burns your flesh
Your reflection inside the mirror
Shows a past soiled by
start to run
From the world they built to the one I lust for
A collective wealth
Zero trust fund hoarders influencing our wellbeing by their dealings with
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