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theres more to the lights the diamonds and the gold
Its about what you can hold
Its about what you can see ain't no man or company could of made this here

move closer
To these vises instead of your advise
Its
The little things like
Ice cold drinks and nicotine
That numbs my pain
Brain freeze and lets me

and the cinnamon
I sauced it up and poured the syrup its finger licking good
They gave me slices straight from Heaven clapped my hands amen
I'm more than just a man

a goddess 
Worth so much more 
Then a object 
Obviously 
She not From this earth 
Like you and me
But you can not see that  
Your blinded by her leds 
Free

the bottom just a little too well
Don’t know much about heaven but a lot about hell
Time was something I was waitin’ on to just slip away
Sand through

Said you don't want the lies 
I don't wanna fight 
I Just wanna feel alright 
With you by my side 

Would you come in for a ride 
We could take some

somewhere down the road
Along this race for possessions
You're boss man, you know he's a mole
But he's asking all the wrong people all the wrong questions

Oh

You think my god
Would let a miserable 
Miniscule, little you
Fuck with me 
Police, get a clue
Capiche 
I'm in a mood 
To unleash 
My pen 
Is full

a little longer
To rest
To wait
But this city of Houston
This state of Texas
This country of the United States was not built by those who waited and rested

you’re them
Think like you’re me
What have we here
What have we here
A small little man
Hiding his head
Deep underground
What have we here
What have we

I’ve been locked inside this basement
Writing down my thoughts and dreams
All the desires of my heart
Are hanging by my guitar strings
I’m running

You inherit your inner inhibitions
From a dusty box inside your house
In it there'll be a little tissue
Under piles of recipes for sauerkraut
It'll

Got another man but tonight you say you need me
Got the club goin’ Up
I don’t give a fuck
Dj Run it up
Poppin out the cut
Got the club going up
I don’t

the reason would be that
She ain't appreciate the shit I did even a little bit
The days I had 20 dollars in real life I only had 10
Because I'd split it
But

child's an arsonist
That's why I'm a problem
On the mic
You want no parts of this
Was I imbued with powers
By a sick syntax sorceress
In an act of defiant

the darkness is gone

I got vexed by the text that you sent me
Torment me
Saying you can't talk to
Got me feeling empty
Yeah I'm trying to soak it up but one

with poise? Sit back, why don't you enjoy
All the things I'm serving up, staying clean while you corrupt
Steady while you acting sus, Ez is the man

apartment I gotta be outta here by four
'Cause all I got saved up's a bucket of love and some songs nobody's heard before
It's looking dim from my point

pass the time by staring at the fires
That burn in the hills at night
Pretty sure i’m the last man alive
Since the day of the blinding light
And i’ll

on
Yo
I remember being broke
Grandmamas house
Getting warm by the stove
Got hustle young man
If money grows legs
Then you better have a plan
Buy it flip

Little bit closer
Sike
Losing my composer
I been stuck within emotion
That I hide yet they always spilling over
No half empty half full glass I been

I coveted I've finally gotten over
All it took was a little time isolated by myself
To give the love to me I used to give to everybody else.

I

and severe him
Got shot several times
Thought he had got hit by eleven men
Buss down on my neck
And its so heavy
Cant hold up my head
That lean all in my cup i

me deminish, She do me foul need a penalty
Now that I’m finished, kick her like she was solicitin'
I might be Justin, by the lake tokin' Timber
Wessy