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touched my mind by saying:
"I want your company" oh no, I have to go
Because I know what then will gonna happen
"No, I have to go"
Because of what my mother

Through special tears with broken fingers, I
I beat demons that had my mind possessed
Then I woke up to scratch marks on my
Face and bruises all over my

from his home
In Dulwich police believe the
Incident was a retaliation
After an altercation went viral on social
Media parents who have been affected by

corners of my mindscape
Deep inside those shades

The answers are a secret
Forbidden by the black kings
They keep us in this prison
Slavery is our fate in

There was a road
We travelled far
By train, airplane or car
We'd find a home
Away from home
Another open door was never very far
Oh how I miss

dry
But I'm not really trying to go out tonight
It's been a really shitty day
I'd rather take some time
To just pound zinfandel by myself and unwind

Fuck around, they take your son
My niggas had the right to run
We twist our fingers into guns
They get torn apart by the son
You can't thrive

to ask me to dance
He said, I can't, she's too fat
And he just laughed

I pretended not to cry by the free throw line 
And I wondered if I'd ever be pretty

for more
I'll set my son up with a trust fund by the time he's four
Ding-dong, Arch' Digest showin' up at the door
Nobody's gonna tell me what I can

Sweet enough for the most part
We keep it low key but just don't start
'Cause I'm involved and I'm on top
Finger on the trigger no safe lock
You're

Hoodie (yes)
Bunker Walther-Muni, bin bereit für Gewalt, mein Brudi
Also halt mal den Ball flach, Brudi
Sonst hinterlassen wir beim Drive-by

Because I gat it locked down inside my Whitty
Now we in my bedroom listening to why me
While am trying to tell her that she was written by me
See baby

day 
Before man and before the clock 

My work puts dirt and soot under my finger nails
And a fine dusting on all of my skin’s surface
Yes I am changed

Hands and fingers, arms and neck
For the promise to find out
What it is all about
It's already down to heads or tails

Moira did belief in virtue

Mándalos a la chingada
Foo you could suck a dick
I be chilling with the bros out in here
Right here by the coast how I live
Right here with my dog I'm

up

Woke up with a middle finger to authority
Can't catch me 'cause I'm
Merkin' a majority
Shut the fuck up, you cryin' like a bitch
You look like

TENNESSEE
Words and Music by Nick Evans Mowery/BMI
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Hey dad, I remember you plowing them fields
Oh hide them bloodstains on your

fingers and marking down the days
Remaining unscathed until today
Sulfur fills the air
My mouth filling with blood
Pains overflowing my body
Everything is

on a couch
They planted shit in your house
Claiming that you dipping your snout
But the law point fingers when
The villains is out
Every third pig is using

not yet my home
Now higher ever I climb
Cold fingers stretch for the sky

I stand alone on the earth
The sun has witnessed my rebirth
I feel you stir

Everything is everything but everything
Is trust me i follow old school rules
I don't need tools fuck around
I just might grab you by your neck tight
D-E-C-A-Y

make her unfaithful like Jada (Ha)
Came so loud she be wakin' the neighbours
(Whoa)
Finger on the button but I don't play games
Bruh (Nah)
Love me so

it a finger it takes a hand
One of the arm it swallows a man
Your love is a beast and it eats me alive
Baby, I'm begging, please
Keep it up all night

better be cold
You better have 16K or low (yeah)
Get shot by a man with the COVID mask and plaits, it's probably road (road)
Bando settings, I'm next