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a secret you can’t see,
in the dark concealed.
Under the surface there’s a treasure you can’t reach,
guarded by a beast.

Burns blister my skin,
salty cracks

for generations to come
 
They gone bite down just to fit proper,, I'd rather be standing alone 
Been shit on and stole from by artist’s way bigger than

I'm better off alone
I need everybody gone
They seen that I was hurt and did me wrong
I jumped in with them but I had to surface on my own
Now i'm

of
Another love mistake
A flame that fades away

You'd think by now I'd get it, no
You'd think by now I'd forfeit finding home in someone else's space
I

Bum bum bum
Bom bom bom
You make me nervous, Yeaaa
What's under ya surface? Aww
I want to know this, Ohh
Where you are? Where you are?
Would I be

Living life on autopilot
Got me going numb and quiet
Spirit screaming through the silence
So alive but feel like dying
On the surface I be smiling

Wickerman

Pulp

We Love Life

2001

the way. 
Oh, this is as far as we got last time 
But if we go just another mile we will surface surrounded by grass & trees & the fly-over that takes

To the world, we are cracks in the streetlight
Clinging on, giving love as we pass by
Burning candles in the breeze
That is why you would jump out

You're talking but the talk I hear
Is covered by a thin veneer of fear
That something real it will appear
And surface from the shadows of a dream

look like a circus
All ya'll niggas just look from the surface
All of my niggas we do it with purpose
All of my niggas it look like a circus
All of these

got 'em all hung up by a hook
Baby doll show some skin
Why should anyone care what you got within

(Baby doll gets what she wants when she wants it)

And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I've

tsaka/ if you a chick don’t approach if o sa Paka/ I’m just scratching the surface flow ya baba I’m cool a cool guy baby kopa o sang tshaba

Pre hook:

Flow so cold never hear no gums
Shot to ya dome now you sound a lil dumb
Hoes in the roto
Dough by the boatload
I don't even know no mo

30 for 30
I'm

Rolling an O
I'll tell you a secret that all of these niggas 
And all of these bitches 
And all of the children
Is hoes
This is the show
Kill em with

Im high from what i'm servin
Fire lines while i'm versin
You see these lines go up her nose
I got a few girls on the surface
You see your girl?
She's

a distraction
Focus on the real
Real is when you focus on the feels
The feels reveal what you conceal
And it's always been there
Below the surface
Don't be

of all
Lully, lully, lu

The Mother suckles the Lord
By, by, by, by, by
She kisses the babe
Lully, lully, lu
And worships her Lord
By, by, by, by, by

O

Salute to my brothers on the street cos I know hustle is your game
And I know what it feels like when they talk say to make money no be by play play

Right is the crying candle
Floating on the rippling surface of her own light
Hanging in the center of my mind's library
Left has my agitation

the plan and therefore I know
Mankind has a chance

Slow stroll down the sidewalk, they say beware of the nighthawks
Drive-bys are liable to go down after 9

expanded again, the old kings awakened
to recreate the forces of a black earth
by the heat of unnatural fire.

All which existed in the cosmos,
it all died

like a Trail of Tears surrounded by bottles of
beer
Empty .10 cent deposit to the soul cuz the withdrawls left a gaping hole
Larger than the Grand

CHURCHES
GROWN MAN AINT GOTTA BRAG ABOUT NO PURCHASE
FINNA GET RICHER LET G O D MERCH IT
SOON POP OUT LIKE A ZIT ON DA SURFACE

(Chorus 2)

She wanted