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Sitting alone in my condo
Got me wondering
Where the hell are my damn friends
Where the hell are some humans
I’m being serious
Things just have not

the morning with an empty brain and a full glass of whiskey and a bag of cocaine just to get away from the pain...
God damn... She blocked me... fuck....

bitter
Had to find a way to stop crying long rivers
By playing songs, I gotta thank Mac Miller
Cuz that was my escape, music was the way
But still it hurt

I'm afraid to be gone. Thinkin of makin your satan lead on. Fakin my sanity
Brain in me songs. My faith, it is faithfully makin me hate that I'm

it, ah ah
Friendly, friendly
Hard to hang when you got me bad
Been a couple years that we just friends
Now she wanna know what'll come next
Say she

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

KRS-One

I Got Next

1997

sound
Two D.T.'s came in and laid they glocks down
One was whistling a love song, as he put some gloves on
I thought to myself, damn something's wrong

at a screen, put together resumes
In my life, things are outdated, I need to renovate
But shoutout to my fans, y'all give me life, just by pressing play
I'm

pain away
Will it?
Will it take my pain away?
I can't feel nothing
Just another broken heart for a Love Song
A Love Song
A Love Song
Just another broken

This ain't the best song but that's ok (Ok)
I'm not ok man but that's alright (Alright)
I had a bad day but it's all good (All good)
I'm just tryna

Mack Attack [Bonus Track]

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp [Clean]

1992

walk, just like me
The Too S-H-O-R-T
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with P, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember

like a pit
(Chanting: Drop a bomb on it Flex)

Yo, I’m like die another day try another day
Niggas dying everyday
I’m just tryna get away
Feeling nice up

LA NIGHTS

Ne-Yo

Good Man

2018

good all, all night out here
The bad ones man the whole crew
A little 1942 
And it all got comfortable in the coupe, yeah

It's just another LA

busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in

of many thoughts and I'm thinking
If the feeling of my stomach slowly sinking
Isn't just another way to tell my brain without you
I'm insane
Just a little

you drop in the fingerling chute
I'll keep watching Twin Peaks till my brain reforms
Still, the oven is on till the turnovers rewarm
Another nightmare

Till my pine box drop down into the dirt
I'm a be by far the hottest nigga, known to the Earth
In the air, I fly, can't compare my
Swagger to another

they comprehend us
We just trynna get rich
Get some money
Can't beef 'bout no bitch
She ain't honest
I do not wanna talk
Call another day
Hop in the Stu

that?
	BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.

I don't know why I even try
The fuck is going on man they treat me like a con man
Every single time that I rhyme on a song man
Cats try to challenge

Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses)

Jay-Z

The Understanding [Clean]

2000

replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking

a million dollar cane bitch
I put insane amount of pain in
I'm gonna be the top the game woah
In love what she saying
But I just want that brain
I been
Damn

You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff

Hunder
thunder
another banger


Baby your body na migraine setting my eyes on you Omo you be my way
I sang the song in my locale, so sad fine boy me

Selling out is quite bad for health
So put a quarter in ya a** cause you played yourself

Just a bunch of young zombies getting high off of meds
When did