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Oxymoronic, I'm doing fine as far as they can see/
Social media got us confused, it's a place to post the news/
Not a place to post how you are really doing/
So

never say much
Cause everybody want to be lit everybody want to rich
So what are you really willing to do to get this shit
I'll put it all on the line

a slaughter in the sheep's pen
I can hear them say
(Right off to sleep then)
These are exclusive intrusive thoughts
Abused and accused tied into knot
How can I

Hi there
Are you new here
If you are let me tell you what's fair
I'm what talks to you in your mind every time
You do something wrong and makes you

Keep On

Z-Ro

I'm Still Living

2006

hanging up my phone
Cause when I get wired up, niggaz get tied up
It be nothing but yellow tape, everytime I r-ride up
T-Ray, we use to be cool and kick

are you doin with that in your window
It's a fuccin sticker
Put your hand up and get down on the ground
THIS IS SOME BULL SHIT

[Chorus]

Don't you know

first cup of coffee. But after that I'd hail a taxi drive up the west side or FDR to work. Turn on my computer. Check my emails, go to the cafeteria for

Blood in the streets, we turn blind eyes
Is it murder, if we watch them die?
Blood on our hands, and we don't care why
We turn blind eyes, 'til we

Try to guess which dick is mine
Using pictures bright shinin' hangin' on a fishin' line
Tips are tied to it's own side of the room while they bitch

for me
No i never did struggle, i’m blessed it was sweet
Bitch i pick up a dagger and cut off the people who i know are fucking with my energy
You know

Roddy Ricch
The Box fucked this nigga bitch then I
Put her in the box
AR-15 it'll leave you in the
(Like I put that bitch in the box)
One more time, they

“who is that?”

I'm the one who had to plan it weird
Futures bright like a chandelier
They examine the damage I hand and demand I end it here
No way out,

to the moon)
(I wanna be, I wanna be)

Lemme take you by the hand and command every star in the sky make way as we pass by
Take it in, every step, every breath

Unless you assimilate you never considered great
Demonstrate speech from your birth place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap

Guess some prayers are answered quick
With God, nothing can interfere
2018, we about to kill it, this is our year
But by 2020, Imma have an album, done

Are you ready for the trauma
It be cooking like a baby in her mama
We be born to a world where boy’s and girl’s ain’t got a cama
And the search for

a chance at immortality
Dreams are tied by the weight of their reality

This is my toast for the douche bags
This is my toast for the assholes
This is my

Untrue true prediction
New age of speak and the universe will listen
Uncouth, we are moved by
The Spirit's diction
Cruise controlled by His vivid wisdom

lethal
Brick by brick is how we build higher than a steeple
The race is on are you in
This is our Fam, and you'll never ever find it's equal

The Fat

gathered in person and engaged face to face.
There were no virtual avatars, just souls in shared space. Letters penned by hand, postage stamps to embrace,

to find another hidden way
For me to get across.

Running with the sunspots
Insanity tied with the plot
Got the hand on the wheel
But I'm never falling off

stones in their heart
They gonna judge you either direction
But I'm playing my part

I was trolled by my own kind
Social in the wrong time
The media's

time of trouble, wisdom in time of uncertainty, and sharing in time of happiness. He was always by our side.

Love is not an easy feeling to put into

of my brain is made up of lyrics

I can be a social guy with smile that is gleeful
I'll be at a rave with thousands of people
Surround by equals no