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greatness
I'm spilling the ink

All over
It's over
All over

Blank like the faces
In cars racing by
They're all going places
I'm falling behind

...

Empty

Awakened by thunder
Red light
Tuned into all colors
Light shined
Through
Every crease
Every single corner
Of my eyes
I expected nothing
So I'm always

Batty crease
You mans on road
Please don’t make me crease
Since I was 6 said I was a prodigy
Charles and Ray Eames
Down to the sweaty jeans
Made by Saint

replicate the feeling by smelling sap from the trees
Memory instilled in the certain scent
And there are lots of days wrapped in cheap plastic
Holding

Jakin' the jukebox, pilferin’ a pillbox
Nowhere to run without a coin in the cashbox

Shakin’ the Sherlocks, shaved by your shylocks
You don't wanna fight

Yeah im sipping wock right in this v6 Bitch
And i aint even swerving
This fit that im rocking got no creases
Bitch im fresh just like detergent
Car

Everything's blank in my head
I've been writing words that don't make sense
Maybe I need someone else in my bed
Maybe I miss you?
Everything's blank in my head

You were never real slime 
I never blank out 
You will never get a cut 
You're putting in work 
I'm like me too 
You can't come around 
You can't

noise
When the cloud turn grey (Cloud turn grey)
Ya hoe took a walk with me
You ain't seen that hoe in days (You ain't seen that hoe in days)

Ain't shit

What where you stepping
The Crease in the front then we pick up dah weapon
No military shit this will have you beheaded
556 to back of yah head shhh

you, don't you blink
Good weed and good drank
That bitch gon' blank look at that boy
He lookin' sharper than a shank
I'm the realest young nigga, don't

if you ready or not
Aye AYO
To be black man it's real tough
I'm here to wake yall ass up
I'm tired of the blank minds and hard lies
Oh man got damn

a blunt, you canoeing
All that money float to me 

I'm still amazed by her aspects
I'm breaking the codes like an aztec
Vapor Max on me, no crease
I Just do

Dying is passion
I see the refraction
Light bouncing off of
Glittering hills
Thrill is the cheapest
When you see
My creases
Folding on out
For my

Day of the Baphomets

The Mars Volta

Amputechture

2006

boil it clean
A bullet in linguistics
That only we can breathe

Now, I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now
Beneath sepulchers
Raise your

Gunna
Sarpe padta vaar jaise Stone Cold Stunner


Call me the beast, todunga streak, tu banega deadman fir repeat
Hoga run out jo chhodega crease
Bars

popping out the crease
Fake friends who can you call when you in need
I die for you if I'm calling you my bleed
They waiting for you to fall off just like

You said you loved me
Your forgetting me now
You don't care
Blank stares
I see your hate for me everywhere
With you by my side
Something's not right

ain't made different I think on how people became different
Nature vs nurture and how does it make us claim difference
Trauma felt by mama may be sewn in

the lashes
Saved by God my funeral redacted
Death in the casket
Heaven my address
You know I'm never undrafted
Amen
So you may wanna inquire
How I been wired

Got get me some money
Trying feed all my fam
I done got crossed up by lies and betrayal
And the hating on me the shit be so sad
Constantly running it up

If you ever in my city swear you gotta keep ya gun
These niggas wanna blank yo shit it aint no one on ones
Theres no patience for the fake shit baby

got to be oh yeah

Cause you’re making my blood boil
Put a deep crease in my foil
Paradoxical recoil
Makes me burn the midnight oil
Yes you’re making my

Ay
(Ayyyyy)
Ay
(Ayyyyy)
Ay
(Ziyah)
Ay
You can't run a mile in my shoes in these cleats
Always keep a smile to hide the pain that's underneath
They