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the long road, the road that makes him week
Sweetheart, you're tying up all my tongues
Another messy interaction along the road to love

Where did I go wrong

I wish I’d gone to Aspen School
Which was run by Juilliard
Should’ve never bought a shirt
Just a thousand cool vests
Cymbal breaking motherFUCK

leave a trace
My head is full of letters
That never will be sent
Because they're scratched by the words
You wouldn't understand

someone to make me stop

I know it sounds pathetic
I know its not that bad
But the void feels dramatic
Just like the hole inside my head

Racoon is a dead

You ain't bout tuff talk 
You ain't bout action 
I make em jump up 
Causing some havoc 
You is a act to this 
Sayin you sippin some activist 
Sick of ya

young
You by my side
Burn me, don't burry
My weight in the ground
Don't make a sound
Why do you cry
I've been long on this journey
Hold on to your crown

the wind blew through our hair
How I miss those sounds of summer
When we were young without a care

As we headed home, excitement reigned
In a spirited

mean shit
Now I’m only rolling with my three friends
Outweighed all the odds, now I’m even
You said that you were down to ride
You traded my trust with

alone right now
I can’t seem to find my way out
Don’t leave me alone right now
I just hope one day it all makes sense
I just hope that the pain wont last

and never a friend 
What are you on, won't be upset when there's ever an end 

Fuck if I sound genuine
Closed casket ceremony, burn me, so I can make amends

feels like here
You can help me with my fears
Please
I spilled toothpaste on my favorite shirt, does that make me your friend?
And i only said i love you

want me now
You just want me for my pockets now
You know my chopper gon' make a sound
Yo nigga get shot up for talkin' down
Yo nigga get shot up for

by the sound of my voice
My voice

Where did you lead me
I'm not your punching bag
I'm your actor
Why did you grasp so tightly
I'm not your prisoner

Joking hiding, we ain’t waking up till morning
Keep her round she been keeping me on clouds
She was
Just aroused by my actions and my sounds
She was

Aye yo Bran
Pour me a cup of that D’usse
We gotta set the tone for this one
Too Major
Real hip hop shit
You're now being blessed by the sounds of GQ

men
So far into the past
Takes a personal touch to make it last
Wind sleeps through the mountain
The creek interrupts the sound
Chimes branches seeds

hear her name cry yours
The sound of lies you make are too much to ignore
Losing this game, You had to play

Say say say why did you have to stray?

My

your sound, if there was
Glimmer so distant shine bright for a minute
Celestial pilgrims worship your light from above

Constellation, invented by

Twenty-five, barely getting by
Thank God for credit cards
In real life we’re kinda shy
But online we’re super stars

We should probably settle down,

Can't do the scene tonight.  By tomorrow I'll be alright
24 hours later and I'm ready to go
Got my favorite jeans, tight shirt, it's time to roll
Grab

draw, I could paint
Or practice something with some strings
But time seems to be fast now
Because everyday
Ends before I can know how
To make a sound
You

hang 
you not allowed 
Got spliff on the beat 
Get off the ground 
Don't kick me around 
I'm fucking your bitch 
Don’t make a sound 
I had to come down

All those things just running by, slept in tune with lullabies
Make the choice then undecide. Choose a side another time
Breaking rules and olive

than i could comprehend.
now i want to tell you, you're beautiful.
these guys ain't nothing when i'm next to you (ooh girl)
i know that this sounds so