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niggas gon' diss on the bro 
'Fore they realize that shit get you put in the box? (Put in the box)
Fuck this shit's hot, gotta keep knots
When you out

I don't really do this
I'm usually busy
But my flatmates out
And I'm feeling crazy
Or a little lonely
Or something
And he seems quiet nice
Well by

status
Allow creation to erase it

By the torture
These broken cries
Beg to abandon
Lurid overload
Rise ascender
Virtue cessation away
From the Hell
Each

Little ol' drop where you going
Where you been
Won't you come and dance with me
You're a lonely island well i am too
Lets go swimming deep in skin

by a young apprentice
We are all here in reality
But there's more to the story than that
I could hear the fear behind his words
I could see everything

the way his crown coils
Do it for yourself before you do it for the squad
Validate yourself you don't need them to applaud
Can't put me in a box cuz my mind

me something, do you love me
Never quitting, always riding
By my side all the time
Im never feeling lonely cause youre always on my mind




Hatty

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Voices: The Journey From the Auction Block To the 1600 Block of Pennsylvania Avenue

crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst

a box that would make me cry
If I waited for days to pass me by
But I can't look back cause I cause I
'Cause I'll miss that something new
Heaven meant too

to grey 
making them bleak
making them bleak
 
There's only one lonely box upon the kitchen floor 
tape it up and stack it in the comer by the door then

burn our cheeks
Saw you disappear in a cloud of dust, when I left you lonely at the pier

All through the winter months, the wind did freeze our hair
You

Was it in Gods Plan? Does he know all my flaws
Guided by his hand, I be breaking the law
I don't think he planned to be a god after all
If he left us

fold
We been down this old lonely road that country road
Everybody can’t go get lost won’t make it home
got a gun in the glovebox
One on the seat
Plus I

can't get out of this box
My mind left in a blank, I only hear the clock
I'm left out once again, I'm way to used to it
But I guess it's okay, I'm just

Word bond..We both got visions to be in charge, On God..We both make decisions to live large..Summer Breeze makin up for them winters was so hard..By far

walking
By my lonely only need my homies
Slowly I’m the only
Show me why you want me
I’m a phony mostly
Stressin’ block the blessin’
Learn you fucking

this wave
Yeah I surf that wave
I need you by that way out
Come on ride this wave
Dancing with me in this club like I was your only one
You say that you

them all in a box
I'm going to run my hand up your thigh
Only if you desire
I'm going to run my hand up your thigh
You can do the same
Drink this

Syndicate the vibe...

Come alive, ay

Told me she outside.

Pop inside, ay.
Lonely on yo island.
Come uh glide through.
Know that you been hiding.
I

fit
With no happy faces lasers and glow sticks

Vision salient
Gray i visit aliens
I aim at African methodist episcopalian

I'm in my drop box

block
From a treetop, pop pop, pop pop
Put you bitches in a box that make Laila Ali stop
Tunechi!

the windows 
  
 In your hand 
 I give all my scars 
 Raise your head 
 And see my stars 
 See my lonely stars 
  
 Cigarette lights 
 Flying smoke 
 From

on a Friday night 
Feeling euphoric in Ushuaia   
That glitter box got me feeling alright 

And Can Donadio, where 
rum and sangria always flow 
At Can Donadio

granted by the Godless a fool

Or not never...

If a bitch play me . They in the box.. Mailer..

They don't find the gunna...

ccross the interstate like