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And a crash on the way kids
Scratching the surface
But our past lacerated
Wounds still open
They Taste like pennies that they scraping
We should cut the strings

not human
Girl you know
We're not human
Still you try
To act like them
Do you know?
Your own influence
By your love
I've been influenced
Pull my strings

honestly scratch that out right
I just wanted you by my side forever
I thought this was gon last forever
So sad that we couldn't make it work
Take them

The muffler held by a hanger banged on the curve when I pulled in
D
Thru the cracks in my Windshield I saw her
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Life would never be the same again

My

feeling towards you are resembles of regret

It seems as if I'm haunted
By the way you run from me
I'm scared of my own shadows
Amongst the dark I'm hollow

still
Try if you can
Be a simple man

I don't need to 
Brush my hair
I don't need to
Think or care
cll I need's the sunshine
cnd a smile
cnd hope it lasts

Wine stained lips slur a string of confessions
Like beads of blood that refuse to clot
Applying pressure till the point all of the feeling stops
You

that I saw him
I hoped that i would follow down the road
Fiddle road

It's been a while since I seen Billy
Smokin on the strings
And i'm still feelin

The Lord is my Shephard, I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in the greenest pastures
He Leadeth me besides the still waters
He restoreth my

Seneca roses second hand China
Ivory vases fresh from consignment
Lend me the strings of the cradle in your hand
And change me in ways I'll never

homegrown, ion want it
Can't wait on nobody, pull myself up by the strings of my Polo hoodie
Wake up
Nigga wake up
Get up
The sun rise at the same time every

this time cos I meant it
They should've prepared contingencies
I've been pulling more strings than a symphony
All my movements scored by the Timpanis

through his skin I'm a 6 sin soldier
Like
Told him, stay in your lane faggot
He was pulling on strings now he ain't coming back
I can smoke on this boy

verses clean, aughta tip the maid
Gettin' paid, gettin' faded like a lame
From the grave I came, somebody left a fuckin spade by my name
So I trained up,

something else is hanging by a string
Do you mind
Are you mine
Why still try if everything repeats itself at night

green code
Don't you stop rock it
Rock-a-by baby
Put your hips on it
Don't want your heart baby
Just put your lips on it, hmm-hmm
Hit it till the rubber

Nothing came to change
I just was the same
Same boy with the same themes
Family still disappointed by the things I made
Hide myself in my room this is my

blinded by materials, I don't want that sight
Shoutout to all of the free ones, don't care who really see em
They gon' always beat em, no followin' trends

Filling this page of thoughts I had for you
Knotting the strings of fate we tangled 
Turning all reds to gold

cs I lie awake through the night
I

The whole world lies 
and I’m just being curious by myself 
You either take a world
Or steal a heart and nothing else
I always get attacked
When you pull

And a crash on the way kids
Scratching the surface
But our past lacerated
Wounds still open
They Taste like pennies that they scraping
We should cut the strings

And I'm still sick and sorry from before
I don't express myself
When I'm longing for the rhythm of this rut
My self inflicted hell
Looking for more strings

talking mike and ike show up if the price is right
You so bad i'm twice as nice your career hanging on by a string and i'ma fly the kite asian chick eyes

wanna do is run

Some say that time heals everything
But what if time is running out
We hold on by a string
Bearing the tensions of our doubt

I wanna run