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The Fine Art of Making It Out Alive

Boys Night Out

Make Yourself Sick

2003

Kiss me on the forehead, angel, before I go to sleep. 
I can't remember if it's Thursday or December. 
I've been keeping track of days by counting

scarf on the neck
Word is you need to get the crib refurbished
But first things first, twist up this earth
& take a hit to resurface, two tropics

day’s full of stress

My endz often in the snow 
Dope is sold on every block 
Most of kids never come back home 
Dem bad trips end up on the floor
Some ah

she could here how she sounds
When she gets hostile and loud
Looking down on me somehow
When I’ve been on my shit from then till now
It’s fucked up for

get down to brass tacks and relax 

ALL

When I'm human again
So sweep the dust from the floor!
Let's let some light in the room!
I can feel, I can tell

Whatcha waiting whatcha waiting for
You're just standing standing on the dance floor
Let's get started changing one by one
Don't you worry about

She's got her jobs and she's working nine to five she's out for lateshow
Get your clothes it's getting time to go oh oh oh
Soon she wakes up

And not fuck up like his old man 

Sister's gots lots of dreams of her own
She sits with her mountain of pills by the phone
And sooner or later the kids

Hark, what's the noise out by the porch door?
Dear Granny, there's mummers, there's twenty or more.
Her old weathered face lightens up with a grin.

your jaw,  you know that i leave you in awe
Seriously pick up that jaw off the floor
I give you front row tickets to the tour
Scoring even before I see

and tearing me down

Does all that used to be, get swallowed by the sea?
Or was it wasted time? You can't make up your mind

It's not the cancer in my cigarette

Someone help me
I tried to get away from all of my
Problems
But why would I wanna leave so Soon
I’ve gotta clean up all the doubts Living in my head
But I’m

the big dog in the sky
i'll tell him when I get there I was spoiled in your place with the hopes that my spirit is honored by your grace

so after you read

It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to see

the miracle
If you can get past the sorrow that you feel
I know girl that in time you will heal
I don’t wanna say goodbye
I know it hurts when you cry
I don’t

can see ya
But you can’t see me
Stepped on the dance floor and tipped the bar tender
During my agenda I was gon till November
The night was hard

and understanding

So friendly standing side by side
Your eyes can watch what they can't hide
You're so wrong in what you do
It is just a shame for you
It is

on floors
Toes on cold feet, ice with cold drinks yeah
My life panning out, how it should be
Self made agendas, never played by the book
Uh, eyes like Koreans

just 'cause she earned it
My AMG, my other one, she let me swerve it

This shit get deeper than rap, I'm diggin' in her cervix
I split my last dollar

the shit I do when I'm alone
Hell is my home, and I ain't pickin' up my phone
Get the fuck out my zone, and watch yo motherfuckin' tone, bitch

Chilling by

Dress me up and take me out
Bring me back lay me on the couch and just
Have your way
Have your way

Trample ferns and trailblaze with me
We'll paint

And when you leave don’t be slamming my doors
You ain’t pay a damn thing from the ceiling to floor 
Your Uber pulling up yea I already called it 
Why you

can see 
only plan A 
we no get plan B 
on a date 
with a flicky on me 
pray n hope karma don’t find me 
she no go love my reality 
i still pray for my

big shxt
I'm back up on some big shxt
Fuxk with me you gone get lit
Team steady focused and we pushing for them big wins
Learning from my failures, you