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Fuck her like my soulmate
Way she baptized me
With that wet wet
Nigga feeling like
He need his soul saved
Preaching to the choir
Speaking on desires

I feel I'm right
What matters when I'm gone
That my soul can see the light
Our time on earth is short
So I try to enjoy life
For my son who depends

I know she, looking right behind my soul she, vampire hoe she sold she, tell a bro get back she codeine.

I know she flax with the ori.
Hold

like an escalade
Driven by two teams, craze  and rave that
The best friend is gay and he died the same day
Confused and don't know whether to cry

to do
Wont go for nothin', i told the devil i ain scared of you
I was sent by Abba, my father
How are u? nice to meet ya
Yahweh, Jehovah Jireh, Yeshua

GSG I'm back on the beat
You know tht we keep the heat
U wanna see ah team tht bang then pussy come fuck with me
I got to many steppers by my side

you lecturin' the commoner
Behind all of your intentions you erect a wall
You can ask no soul, but they go to war
Only cause they really not a fan of ya

cause I have authority
Who can go against me? if the lord be for me Then I have the victory
Surrounded by all these enemies But open your eyes and I have

a soldier
Feeling disconnected from my soul
Damn I really hate being sober

Uh, shit don't feel the same no more
And I'm vibin with the same gang on bro

summer
In a town by the bay where the oceans roll
I met a fish with a heavy soul
The summer air wouldn't let his sadness go
Until that day when a ray

Got a nigga shook
By the forces
Got a nigga looking like he cautious
All I'm tryna do is cut my losses
All i'm tryna do is act lawless
Got a nigga

slaves 
In the fertile seeds you leave the promise and the end 
I can crush you 
Disperse the intricate blades shredded with brute force 
I practice my

They say the devil made a deal with me
Well I should've done better bargaining
He hasn't upheld to anything
Times up for this soul in me
Oh, I gotta

A Little Bit of Everything
Words and music by Devin Scillian (BMI)

Saving my dollars in a mayonnaise jar,
I had my eye on a sweet guitar.
Nothing

to live in the land of yesterday
Die, I want to die in the arms of Mother Svea
I want to stand before history by the side of ancient kings
Amongst old souls

Soul collector just called
Told him he had the wrong number again
Showed up at my door
Had to call my angels

What is it with you?
It was all

I've got to make it
That will be my proof
I feel the pressure
Upon the youth
I'm not faking this
No I'm feeling the blues
It's a race for money
I bet

Eight four five
Was the time right before I died
Look into my eyes, look into my Tortured soul
With your knife
I don't do free-bees
Pay the fucking

desires

Till our souls desire

What does that require?

Can't move too soon 

That's how you always lose (Hmm)
My mind been working over time

Can't get

To keep the soul burning with diligent services to the supreme being

To grant us eternal salvation when the eyes close in rest
With meekness in my heart I

throat
Transform into mode, camcord so the future will know
Yeah we orbit the moon with my soul, and my fortune was grew from the floor

We the flower that

Turu-tu-tu-ra-ra-ram

Baby, don't cry, don't worry,
He remembers you.
Pain, and your, love stayed,
Deep in his big heart.

Baby, you're by, my side,
Wherever I am.
And,

Certainly not the Pac or Hitchcock of anything
I'm just a shark dangling from a fishing string
God forbid manipulated by the Goblin King
Picture perfect

like your tongue when you possessed by demon's lust
She could not remember the sun light
We ´re all creatures at midnight
God is a pervert ‘cause he