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cuz the soul never forgets
Let's travel back in time looking through our photo albums
cs we sit and reminisce on all the memories we captured
You know

This the last one that I'm putting out
I'm stuck within as our crowd
Surrounded by a school of fish
Swimming all around in circles
No I am not tryna

don't believe in fate
I think most times we choose our own way
But there are times too
When you gotta say screw it
And let the river take you wherever it

alright
We all grab our own stick, like we about to get our ass whooped
U Get it, like my granny on my mama side told us get it

Had a red boned hoe with

and a motherfuckin' happy home
But shit we not alone, we gotta build our own
We gotta keep it pushin', set an example for lil' bro
Everybody lookin', put the stupid

hope you relate
Someone once told me that it’s us that control our own fate
I don’t know shit about that but hey I’ll tell you I’m straight
Life’s taught

drop the tape I'll start my own kind of crisis
Hit up every studio when I get my license

I had to make hell a sacrifices
Dropped out of school just

making bread off these raps cause you know I'm getting right
Cause I, have my partner and my vision by my side
Even though I always make it to the mind

And our
Armor shines gold, got no albums sold, it's just me and
Da Kurlzz, were taking over the WORLD!! And The Servers got a
mind like a Caesar, he writes

Can We Go Back To Bed?

Bazzi

Soul Searching

Can we go back to bed? Sleep a little longer
Voices in our heads, drowned out in the thunder
Can we go back to bed? 'Cause I'm not ready to wake up

If you made it this far on the album
I appreciate your time, I appreciate your energy
I hope you listened to these songs sincerely and felt that shit

up chillin' by the phone

So while we talking 'bout the past I think I gotta ask
What would our younger selves think about on where we at?

I've been

respect and bless the phone
Now the skills are runnin' rare in my section where did they go
It's a slow motion picture like a home loaners stint 
To own

the past couple months were an intense test
But I'm ready to put family court to rest, and get these albums pressed
So if your tired of screwing your own

back like Harden
We killing our brothers (like Scar did)
It’s way too many issues I wanna fix, I can just present guitar licks

Got no faith in my own

Where we always start off saying our name with da bul
This da bul Side Effect yo you know how I roll
If you ain't spittin skills then shut your pie hole
I

Yet complexity erased by our own persuasion
Cravings for community
False sense of unity
Convenient label for opportunity
When the cha's hot watch us

Then I walked by a bedroom and it sounded like somebody was getting killed
I walked in on MGK holding a knife to Eminem's daughter
So I punched him in

want to treat me fare
All this sleeping from house to house, fucking with my dome
Got two album of my own, but no home
So picture the park bench in

The Long Way Home

Derrick Morgan

The Long Way Home

2015

Bottles, bottles, pour it all
Please pour these bottles, bottles for our heavy hearts
Our heavy hearts
My love runs so deep, sit here and pray

slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents

creed
I'm alive, yeah bitch I'm alive
Never be deprived
If I'm breathing now then passion is revived
I'm so fucking sick of how our own priorities

now, to our humble site
Sorry about the drugs
Hope you had a great ride"
I'm getting used to this
Half this album I’ve been asleep

"Stand up now, we’ll

All told, thought you'd always be by my side
Grow old, but the memories burned into my mind
Good ride, but I guess it's time for our goodbye
Can't say,