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and tearing and thrashing
Your rash actions left me hanging on by a single thread
And I don't even wanna think about the life that's left ahead
Well, it's gonna

lives
While you went and destroyed mine
That yellow disco ball that made us feel alive
Fire works going outside
Joy in your eyes
Tears in mine
And I hope

now I ain't fucking with a bitch ass hoe
Drills arnt my thing but this album I'll put it aside
Imma fly high and then glide by I will never die
Gunshots

You a Cutie pie in my eyes
Baby won't you be my kiwi lime
I'm not tryna press you I just need you by my side, you my forty-five
Can you tell me,

To love

I'm so glad I wrote myself and album
To pull me out when horribly wrong
Had to say it in multiple songs
She so abusive consumed by the noice
Her

left/
Don't try yet is what they kept repeatin' in ya inner circle/
They wanna trip you up and contradict your inner verbal/
That's why I just ride with

I've been one, my album listen
I know a couple of these cats come with bad intentions
I had to turn to James, keep a rocket and to harden
Don't play

assassin eyes
One look your way and somebodys about to fucking die
No sleep ever required
Hes a well-oiled machine
Hands vice grip strong eyes black

Let's get this over with. (Sit your asses down)
Take a seat and hear me out, (obey my command)
I'll explain what the world is all about
See, young

savages cut his throat
Then take your king off his thrown
I had enough and nah I'm not having it
Trying to turn the world up
Cuz' we dun' had a year
Pouring

you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your

traumas but they don’t forget me
A sick fiend, I’ve got 2 left shoulders
Fueled by liquor cause I can do less sober
I wish my whole crew gets older
but too

and Philippine
I sip my Cognac while she hit the weed
Drunk nigga talkin'
Left his shirt the color of Grenadine
Me and Rome swingin' at your
Face like a tennis

and out in Scotland
As this ailing nation fails
Pushed around in Ireland
Left standing cap in hand
He's just your worldwide working man
Ye'h he's your

I just wanna find
Somebody who gone treat me right
Baby I don't wanna fight
For someone who left me behind
I just find
Somebody who gone treat me

To you I'm a magnet
Get so close, till you don't have
Any clue on what's happening
Have you shaking like you really
Just Losing your senses
Staring off

Wipe your tears, no need to cry
It's the end, but not goodbye
You got the universe in your eyes
Lay my hands up on your thigh
Fake friends, they all

Enemy of the State

C-BO

Enemy of the State

2000

Department of Corrections
The new see-bo album "Till My Casket Drops" has lyrics that do just that plus
this one your about to hear

My Heart

John Denver

Rhymes & Reasons

1969

You looked down at your shoes
You'll think about that tender heart
That you crushed beneath them soles
With your cold bustin' stompers
You left my head

bitch apologize
We was all cool, until I started to rise
That's when the hate came in your eyes, I remember it clear
Back in 9-9, yep I think that was

to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last

say she is bad I mean literally
Vote meloni watermellon if your head is empty
Or Salvini and salamani and you won't look friendly
Right or left

nigga
But head here keep straight or im upside your cap greasy nigga
I'm moving Eazy nigga
Not off shrooms eyes Mario my brother roll Luigi nigga
On Go

off me
At that very second i approach the disc jockey
Give em my album while she's watchin
Then her eyes get glossy
Couldn't tell i make music
I'm not