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Increase my mental Fahrenheit
Stretch me, melt me, leave me to fry
Son of a gun
Been biting the bullet
Yours is the kingdom if you let me rule it
Happy pills

Father was born by Daisy May Welch
Mister was a barber, never learned to drive
In the old house his brother's first son
Next to where the eldest died

Rollin

Saukrates

The Underground Tapes

1999

to 

and my tongue will tear you 

keep rollin in dough and son I hear you 



Chorus 

Baby roll wit me, maybe you can see 

what all life can be

Brothers and Sisters

Band of Skulls

Himalayan

2014

Have your father's sons
Have the daughters of your mothers
You think you're so special
If only to pretend

But, however, much the time
We're our

Oh What a Circus

Starlite Orchestra

The Magic of Andrew Lloyd Webber

1994

today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without

Brothers and Sisters

Band of Skulls

Himalayan

2014

Have your father's sons
Have the daughters of your mothers
You think you're so special
If only to pretend

But, however, much the time
We're our

Black Market

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,

and got one in the chamber 
Remember I’m from the sixth day of September the type of son of a bitch that’ll leave u colder than December 
With my beretta I

The Isle of Arran

Loyle Carner

Yesterday's Gone

there's no love until you show some
So I showed love and got nothing, now there's no-one
You wonder why I couldn't keep in tow, son
I wonder why my dad

a drunk and his mother a whore
And every night another man would leave her door
And his daddy'd take the money,
and he'd go get drunk some more
They never

some,
Especially when he's out on the prowl for fresh meat,
Fresh peeps to run up to with his gun,
And say "Wagwan my son what's going on here?
Who in

women’s laws passed by some weak ass men
I mean sheesh, what do that shit solve
I’m trying to figure it just like a jigsaw
And I’m still mad that they

son/sun
I been stressing
I been stressing
I just wish that you would know
I just want to feel your vibe
And I just want to see you grow
I can feel and know

for us to be easy  
with that jailed  
imagining. we've 
been held too close  
by that too long 
in all that air they  
steal in our eyes  
while we

Follower, there's a leader in you
You don't have to turn around
You don't have to make the news
You don't have to break a heart
Another mother falls

the crime rate

These pussy rappers don't want none
You avoid beef well I want some
Your bitch say I'm so handsome
I'm throwing ones while she dancing

Damn

up
How them bitches know, my whip be up in the cut
Started loud, the neighbors said they getting tired of us
All these pussy niggas is my sons
I got 99

that I'm in
I can balance every aspect of my Chakra and Zen
I'm a product of a sin
And I'm the son of revenge
I'm a product of a fall off
And return from

know about two parents
With two jobs each with a grown man for a
Son that raps talkin' grease

See everybody's in a gang
But not really prepared
See

black rose after black
Rose by the dozen

And I don't want a scarlet whore
What'chu think the stars are for?
I'd rather find a woman that could turn
Into

you see it?
Can you see it shining?
I still see that shining city
On a hill.

My country
Fought a war to be united
Six hundred thousand mothers' sons

on your palms
Too many mothers laying their sons to rest
It may be cliche, but an eye for an eye leave the whole world blind
We got to break these

out, we got it locked son
This concoction Partida by the liter
Nees a palm reader we've been bumping tribe since Bonita
Simply it's impossible,

The Princess and The Pea
A long time ago, in a land far away,
there lived a King and queen who had just one son.
The Prince was grown up and it was