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Down in the depth of your Ego|Spaces unknown.|Tied by this chains of insanity|A reason to follow! ||Rose ‘n ‘ flame|On your bed|No-one can see

don’t say nothin if they hate us
They want us in some shackles so we icin out the chains but
We gave them rope for hope and all they choose to do is hang

I’m in
Need you like my oxygen
Let’s go somewhere we can be, just you and me and some privacy yuh
When you say my name
Spacehip, Rocket, Paper plane

Let's get it down tonight

I keep my Cherie Amor dipped in La Prairie
Usually Dior, where y'all can't see
Give her what she's asking for and quick
Coz

free from their chains. 
In flowed the spirit but so sadly 
out leaked fluid mixed with their brains. 
Yet they're surely riding on the crest of 
G-d's

inside
I never got by anybody but myself

After all our time spent chasing stars
After fifteen rhymes and one guitar
You'll always have me right here in

Rusty old river, rusty old boat
This rusty old love won't keep us afloat
Rusty chains, won't take the strain 
But they've got me by the throat

I'm

longer do we shock the rocks and cock the glocks
So how ya like us now? 

Tell me how you like us now 

We came up, by doin' the same stuff
When we was

As I begin my ascension
Into this desperate dimension
I realize I'm not alone

I'm surrounded with clowns
With ruby red frowns
Frightened by their

HIGH TIMES
WRITTEN BY:	MICHAEL THOMPSON, LARRY KING AND JOIE SCOTT

KEEP THESE WORDS IN YOUR POCKET OF MEMORIES
LIFE TAKES WORK THAT'S HOW IT'S MEANT

only my bones
Please put them in use
Want to be part of a new dawn
The day darkness disappears
Don't release these chains
Never been closer to myself
All

You and me laying here talking about nothing
I see that sparkle in your eye
I know these moments they are numbered
So I'm not gonna let it pass us by

story, gold, God, and glory

Huck Finn and Nigga Jim
Emancipated by a cotton gin
Roam like Cain, mark on my skin
Untouchable born in sin
Kin slay kin, some

Chain me onto a student altar
dusty glass in the alternative tourist quarter

Where's my wheel bag?
We need to bring the fun back, 
by magic it will

and free us from secular chains
Burn, burn them, profaner
Nothing but ash shall enter in those holy lungs

A blasphemous need
Smoldering through centuries

life behind
And maybe they will realize
The misery they put you through
Kept you in my embrace
You will never be the same?
Can you break the chains

(Sensei, this shit hard)
(Infamy)
Yeah, ooh-oh

I ain't gon' lie
Someone gon' die
If they try reachin' for these chains around my neck
I ain't

a big back
But manamana got no type
It's not a ting, that's why keep I going in
I don't just aim for the top
I'm on a wigback ting

Wigback ting man I'm

six jobs
Boyfriend, black eye skip school, fuck hoes
Gold chain, new clothes old car, new rims
Bills late, rent due gang signs, gangland
Blood spilled,

diving in these hoe's
Pussy like "GERONIMO"
Thank Texas, everybody drink pink soda
Range Rover, refrigerated cup holders
Game over, leanin cuz I'm not

New chain, who this? Ice on the wrist and that motherfuckin', tic, tic, tic (yeah)
If I pull up with the stick, motherfuckers tryna hit me go,

to the Ritz
I make her check in that bitch
I scratch that hoe off the list
I put a x on that bitch
I spend a check on this fit
Niggas ain't dressing like

I(NTRO by Tsega Beloved)
Breathing in the tide
Black as night
Black beloved
Break your back
Break a covenant 

No one seems to understand
Dreams

She's got a steal cold stare
That can cut through your soul
Like a knife
A fiery passion in her kiss
That can keep your lips warm
For the rest