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Gorgeous; Don’t make me say it again!
Pourin’ shots? We too old for that
I buy the whole case, where my bros at?
This one here for all the souls we

rundown rundown

Fuck a drive by damn right ima walk em
On da gram barking so I'm gonna stalk em 
Right through the city gotta white chalk em 
There he go

deeper by the night
I pray to Lord God that I get my soul right
Cuz at the end of the day when the fire’s so bright
And the sounds of them trumpets open up

thicker than a double stack
Beast-mode team on my
Aye get up bitch, get up bitch
Pockets gettin' wealthy soul gettin' rich
Need that cream Imma fix that

and out by the hour
Like some tv shows
I got this freaky hoe
I call her super head
She'll suck ya soul
Have you feelin dead 
Like you takin meds
You might

The hunt begins

He stood in the tall grass and stared across the plains
When a bison with blackened eyes cut through his gaze
A soul heavier than

again if he in my lane
That's Destruction that's waiting to happen
9mil gon be clapping
Ghonorrhea I heard you clapping
Bodied like a fish. I had you

head's inside a hole
She speaks a line from time to time
""Have Mercy on my Soul""
She finds that death is not that scary
she's distant and aloof
believes

Fuck you, Trenitalia. Suck my fucking dick.
You make me wait. You're always late. 
Goddamn, son of a bitch. 
Fuck you, Trenitalia. Lick my fucking

that's all just breathe 
with each and every breath 
i put my old self to death 

having dreams i've been waiting for 
my real life to begin 
who ever

I Can Fly (by Stanley-Stanislav Okunev)

I can fly
Through the darkness in the sky
And I'm falling deep to light
So brightly

I can fly....

I still

The Show
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death,
As unremembering how I rose or why,
And saw a sad land, weak with sweats of dearth,

rising just like the living dead

The Devil's shut up shop, the price of soul hits the floor
It's a buyer's market he don't need anymore 

Don't ask me if

Left-overs take all the rest, (aye)
Might as well just rent a room,
Into my illness-filled head, (G!)
You always present that tomb,
Need to just lay in its

The kink and crass
Opposes God - shuns the divine

I'm burning on the floor
Can't stand up anymore
As ash turns into dust
My soul collects the rust
I really

Murder MO
Murder me MO
Taking my soul
Shoving your face
In the blow
Open the wound
To expose
All of these hoes
I can't trust these bitchs
Broke
Break

Praise to the Lord, The Almighty 
The King of creation 
Oh my soul, praise Him 
For He is my health and salvation 

Come, all who hear
Now to His

to the boat,
Sand to the beach, how you feel about the white girl ahh
Keep it on the low, if you really wanna
I wont ever tell a soul, shawty u should know me by

blinking 
Shooter by the waist rather you than me that's stinking
Listen 
I don't want no intermissions 
I was in and out of this cause I was doing missions

and the long cold winter
And then you plant your fields again

He spoke right to my restless soul
Still wild and hungry and beyond control
For all that you dream

(---)? color group upon my soul|They were trying to hitch a ride to where God only knows|Their weathered beaten faces broke into a smile|They all said life

by knife
And everybody watching
They record it till he really died
And aint no love from me tonight
You touch my ma' you risking life
Ill shoot ur ass

I don't really need it
They running with that negative E 
He running with y'all tank on E 
I'm cooling with that dank on me 
I can get it right by

Take it 
No point in keeping my soul 
For while we stand by and watch 
It's straight to hell for us all, you see 
Follow the body trail 
Rich elites