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Hittin' the exit to get my next fix
The place, all the lights, all the games, it's the shit
I know all the rules and abide by them
All I want is

pool player
Racked it all, tried to break, miscued
Got beat by the boy in blue
Next day you're out by the spot once more
Looking hard for a crack in

I never listened
but you never talk
there was always something missing 
I...
honestly thought that we could fix it
I...
why can't we get it right

I

third second chance
You take my breathe and I can't get it back
Might be time for me to face the fact
The best me is with you but
I know I got a lot

Good Timez

Big Syke

Be Yo Self

1996

[Syke talkin']
Yeah...... yeah,
The good times,
When you was a little kid
Playing in the yard, you know,

Verse 1:

It seems like yesterday I used

when you were upset
And there's the problem, you can't fix someone
When it's you who needs fixing instead
Guess I - I, I - I was selfish
A Scorpio with

can't get it
I, I can't get it out

Oh, every thought gets harder to say
When every single word gets washed away by your
Ability to make it seem like

see clear
And I can’t sleep because it hurts
I’m haunted by your words
And all I can say is
If you don’t love me then just stay away
‘Cause I don’t want

to back to back nights where we sin
Back to back to why's
Back to back to back "fine's" when you flip
By the way I got a couple kids hahaha
You see

hard
wondering what I did wrong 

Say something to make me feel whole again
I can’t go back and fix it all by myself
Don’t you understand
I would give

ask for much
Only the world
Because I know my worth
And I know that I can’t keep running back to you
The one who hurt me
Can’t be the one to fix me
It’s

essays in
Can't take what you can't have
Can't eat what you can't half
Can't take it so you just laugh
Don't appreciate it till you had
Lost in the dark

with no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts
Yeah, I pop plenty shit
Chump, I'm making hits
No time for the crack

cinematic
Noise in the attic, bang out with the automatics
It's hood politics that bring the hunger back
I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack

Walking on Glass

The Movielife

Has a Gambling Problem [EP]

Pretending to remember our last December, and everything it was.
Hoping to fix the broken.
Stood by the fireplace. The flames lit up my face.

One, two, three, four

I fix the mask in place
The face of a heathen
I'm joined by stitch
That's the me that you missed
The feeling

tuberculosis, folks."

People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake

to you
I wanna take them back for life
I need you by my
Side baby tell me why
You left me all alone
I can't live without you
I need you by my
Side baby

here for too long, yeah
And I still can't believe that I done moved on, yeah
Ain't no sign of love, it done ran away without no trace
I ain't for you

tape
Baby its a little too late
Why can't you accept it's our fate
I don't got the time
You can't glue me back together
Shattered by your stormy weather

comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic city

Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got

My only question baby, can I love you?

Brung it back
For them roxys I'd scope me a seven
I posted up on 12th Street, I reroute to 11th
Money put that

Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene

sent by the brain

First drop in the back
Open up your throat
Tired to run away, tired to slip away
Let them have you at the top of their hooks