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the world, downloading my songs and albums now
They say stress kills, I say stress heals
We all got different feels but deal with shit the same for real
Gotta

gem is poison
So I put on your fancy outfit, your nice shoes
Go pick up the girl you love, show her God's romance

When the Lord calls us, say we heard

lassen
Manche muss man filtern andere muss man durchlassen
Letztens sagte jemand was sie an dem Album stört
Doch ich wette sie hat nicht mal jeden Song

album
I'm euphoric, I just come alive, that's the outcome

Natural born, sinner born, famous, what's the value
Wasn't no one with me in the jet but I'm

provide you the steps
Need to get lifting to put up my reps
Don’t cross Cheri love that woman to death
By God my God I never thought I’d be here
All these

albums I’m writing, these are classics
And I’m kinda feeling like the protagonist
And these aren’t songs I’m writing, these are epics
Combined with my

that was me
And when I was there I didn't think the world wanted me having dreams
I tried to sleep
I locked the door
To lie at peace
But I was seen
By

making all these songs before the fame
I take it serious, it's not a game
Put my album cover right in a frame
Just so they all know Zeyro's my name
I've

nikal by God
Ab mujhe na hai chaska
Hath mein jod liye
Ye piyar viyar na hai mere bass ka
Mere baad bhi hain aashiq hazaar tere
Jinke pass bunglow car

do what I can and still do what I can't
You've been doing comedy you know that I can't stand
And if that flew by your head then let me give you a hand

a dart (huh)
Bulleye fiend movin' weight
With a song
(Leg)
Name say it all
Give it some (yeah)
Cursed by the worse
Speakin' wrong with the tongue (huh)

Critics call my beats hot, and this album gold
In this new world, creativity reigns
Fuck the old guard, we're breaking chains
Every lawsuit thrown, is just

Isn't it funny?
Most of our problems and discussions
Are caused by the same exact thing that ends up solving them...
WEEEEEEEEEEEEED
(Hey! Wake up,

those who say they are of GOD but really are of Satan (Satan)
I wrote a song about him, it'll be on the album, it's the next track
You should play it,

amusing
The way they sleepin' on me
I might name my next album Snoozin'
Was really chillin' but my exes tried to paint me the villain
Was really fightin'

dads
Even the ones living the full family dream
Cause I was grateful for what we had
Roof on our heads and shoes by our beds
I'm worried about all our

Suge Knight. No Dre Young. 
We were Locked up no PC no ckon
 In a box stuck. cin't no love no Faison
I'm like stop what!? can't keep poison out they arm

I got passion and soul
When the album sells I get wild as hell
And im  by myself there's no signing deals
And I'm kind as hell but no fine to sell

album of mine
This the beginning of something that's gonna evolve
Haters they hatin' they want me to fall
Planning to show all the non-believers
I also

but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss

(Brr)
You gotta hear the whole song before you make an impression
And I could talk about my feelings and you'd finally listen
Because you can't tell my

to be the boss, lately I just been paying the price
You can't miss what you never had, hope I'm saying it right
Money coming in by the pound, it ain't

love you knew was bound to come
A song for Zoleka or Ntando's Interlude
I write about love because I fall in love a lot
That's always been truth
Going

y'all Fabulous can Jadakiss my ass
Like Jason & Freddy i'll kill you
Ready steady while your asleep happening in a sweep
Poison, machete, claws, raw