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pass by
Gastric bypass, I support it
It's time to eat
Hope you got the stomach for it
'cause I'ma feed ya
No need for degree 'cause
You will receive

know how we do shit & get low around here
Cause I can’t go to jail
Got here by myself I put my team on
I Don’t need yo help
Eyes ona prize like peace

We gone hit the Eiffel then we touring though the Louvre
And I'm starstruck by the women scene too
Pretty brown girls with Parisian attitudes
Grateful

my soul and spank my ass cuz im in love
This night I'm here to ride your dick and the butt plug
You've noticed im a fucking nasty masochist
Yeah pretty

to do all the crime 
then call me crazy 
but I got your crazy 

crazy is when 
when I go by that chick house I know you been messing with 
crazy is when

knocking like Halloween 
Know I'm young  but I flipped me some drugs
And been shot at by scum  
Cuz they sick with no allergies
Hoes be letting me pump up

worst enemy
I'm pretty lazy
And I don't fight hard
Cause the consequences are low
I've not incurred a single scar
My life's too easy
I've got no weights

crossed the sea
Slept under my enemy's roof
Ate the food they offered me
Reiner
I'm the same as you")
Mornin' and night
Heart and mind always fight
So imma

you pulled up new infinity, all up in my vicinity
Catch ups, we coolin', your new man sound like a chump
Tell that boy we vibin', you'll hit him back,

Eaugh, (Mm-mm) eaugh (Yeah, yeah)
Eaugh, (Uh-huh) eaugh (Who the fuck is redefined?)
Aye, I don't get no sleep I stay up all night making songs
Been

niggas ain't even worthy
Fucking with M.J., you gotta get up pretty early
'Cause me & the mic is sorta like Eastwood and that Colt .45
Meaning you won't

to falling in love, but I'm not sure no more
Yeah they pretty sure enough, but I dont know anymore

I'm just lost, cold and alone, completely out of the zone

Lament For Lester Cousins

Corb Lund

Modern Pain

music and lyrics by Corb Lund


Lester Cousins left his brothers on a work truck filled with others

'cause his father?d left his mother years ago

Ay I'm a Firestorm
Thats very rarely calm
I'm known to bring it on boy
And I ain't scared of cuffs
I hear you making noise
Until you shutting up
When

I could change your girl's life
With this straight cash
Surrounded by these pretty women
I ain't Richard Gere
I've got a load of different
People

dipped in
Look I don't get mad anymore
I just get even
Looks like I'm over it
But looks are deceiving
Looks like you're staying the night
When are you

Yo Roman

Yo, what's good bro what's up
Haven't seen in a minute

Yeah long time no talk bro, how you been
I'm pretty good you know
Oh that's good,

rappers
Getting over night shine
While I'm still behind
And they ask why I whine
Is it because I'm living off
The thoughts in my mind
Or is it I'm just

a pretty sight
I'm just tryna change my life
Just tryna change my
Oi lil bitch what you mean by change
Did you forget the fact that we live inside you
I'm in

don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By

so I didn't graduate
Was once a Kooh, but now I got my money up I'm past the hate
I run and rule, reality is real but I elaborate
Sad to say, boy you

you
It's for my honey with the pretty brown eyes
Never giving up on me
Never telling lies
Making promises
Together we ride
I put this one on everything

An item's value is determined by
How bad you personally want it
(Shit, I want it bad as a motherfucker)
Obtain and then maintain
What is valuable

“I Hate Him” Lyrics by Sarah Solovay

He’s got a crooked smile and big brown eyes,
He’s not that handsome but he keeps them mesmerized,
With his