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sleeping in the tomb
And it’s either you’re doomed when hearing this tune by this theatre to ruin 
And the blinkin’ of lightnin’ Is about to finish the wound

I woke up from a bad dream about you being dead
Found out it's real
I texted you a day late
Can you imagine how I feel
What sucks the most is the day

them lanes with me
By my dolo still feeling this pain in me
Heart got broke but I still don't got no hate in me
So now sit back and I think about it

Dame asking what you selling and I'm asking what you buying
Because we all about that cheese and the product we supplying
Them niggas really lying if

somewhere about apples and trees 
Could I have 19 years before I catch a disease 
How would I make it count 
We was supposed to be the ones to make it out

star cooking
You could probably see the stars in my dinner
And my suits got so much taste
They make you look Vanilla
My right hand man is none other than

thought I didn't have

The many times I cried 

Myself all alone to sleep 

Thinking about my life 

cnd what was it supposed to be

You took my hand, ease

Lemme just plan out the plan
Uh
Move to the hills to show you I can
I do not fake it or pose for the gram
Look at me now I'm the mofukin man
Look at me

dabs to the face, like was it an option
Fuck the city life man, I'm tryna go to the tropics
You would think I take xans by the way bars dropping
Been

bro glizzy, hold up, honey, you would think that bitch was running out
The feds hit the trap on Grady, I'm thanking God we made it out

Ayy, I don't

Me and my nigga
Like two peas in a pod
We beef on the spot
Or leave it to God
Turn the other cheek
Theres's no peace
With the opps
You man are

better not play wit us 

(Prince Hill Verse) 

Yeah you better not play with us 
We would ride thru your block just to spray it up
These Niggas think cause

of attraction
Fashion, obsessed with the glitz and the glamor
But don't get it wrong, we turn bodies to batter
Forget about you and put you to the side
Got him

best but don't know if it's good enough
In that regard would my heart even be good with ya
I love you but I don't know what to do with ya
You'd just end

Ain't It Strange

Drivin' n' Cryin'

Mystery Road

1989

I saw a man looking at a lot today
Thought how he could use it in so many ways
Like tearing up your parking lot to build a house
So you'll just

Angry Youth

Kottonmouth Kings

Sampler

a man and stand up tall?
Seeking for a reason Always searching for the truth
You gotta fight, fight, fight! Cause we are the angry youth.

I'm broke

Quacker likes it
Yeah, it's great weather for ducks
I never thought about that, Uncle Bill
(You never thought about what?)
What did people do before

a lot like you
Had to learn to speak up and be more vocal
And I spoke to locals
Then they told me about you
See there's something about you
When you walk

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Before they signing your deceased forms
I can’t tell you how this feels yoh
This the city I would bleed for
But I’m at the bottom of the seesaw

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Before they signing your deceased forms
I can’t tell you how this feels yoh
This the city I would bleed for
But I’m at the bottom

he started fucking up it broke her
He started acting poor but he also had his issues
No conversations anymore just Miss You
He was writing songs about

they would lay they life for I
I'm only man, I don't understand
Don't compare me to other men
We don't equate, blacking on em like the motherland
Sonning

pick it up
She walking by my side so she lost
Trade in my life for a higher cost
You not living you a dieing boss
We are in town wit the back up
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need to hide what you're all about

Strings on our hands
Plasticized skin
Glass eyes can't see the mess we've made
Send out the Atom Bomb Dancers again