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lyrics me, all my passion me
All my fucking life, it's me! (Me!)
Inside is an unleashed beast
A lyrical villian, gonna make ya bleed
Run for the hills

buried yonder in the hill
Dan holstered his weapon the day was over and done
The townsfolk raised a glass to the duel in the sun

ocean breeze
Forgive me now because I'm leaving
Always coming and going with those seasons
I'm looking out over Stinson
The fog blurs my worries so that I

Elementary year when I was really young
I would get jumped by these kids that would act tough
They made my life rough
Did it for years, guess they

Bitch you better run for the hills when I come through
We are gonna hunt you down that's a must do
You are trapped all alone until it's us two
Say

go bike on a hill
And go down with the wind
Going over a bridge
Crash into a car
It's a summer time bike ride and
We don't care, we don't care, we

JULY
(Alli Carruth / Daniel Leathersich / David Micheal)

High on a hill over Birmingham
Nineteen ice cream melting down a hand
You said stars in

that the truth has been over run                   
With these bald faced lies and mass confusion                
Ya can stick a gun in a poor man’s

speed
Rambe in my blood
Caesar on the beat
I’m from by the hill 4 nem Westside flee
Austin madison my hood got Love for me
Coupe deville my troop a shoot

pullers by the score
It's the only place that country folk and dubs get along
Cos they're all so feckin hammered happy out and singing along

After

They said maggots yearn to do the dirt for me

Litty Bugs wander crossings in the Rodney Dangerfields
Kicking over buckets to water bodies that make

was cuming
Fucked Jill on the hill ain't nobody do jack
All of them threats, I don heard all of that
Black gats, black masks
Whatever nigga, yeah yeah
I

by the fame
As great as you become, remember who’s greater
God over everything like numerators

Salute to all the angels out there
They are all around

He gone away from Kalamazoo
Dog makin' his move
Back to Batchawana
Spare no expense on civil defenses
Mind over matter
No consequences

He's on time

Through the Black Hills to Durango, I would roam
Ridin' for wages on that ol' paint horse
I killed a man that done me wrong
The faster gun, I laid

Down from your mother's hill,
Across that canyoned ground,
Obscured by scrub and shade,
Is where they can be found,

Five old tombstones bare,

The hill that was holy
Welcomed us
Pain and sorrows
Then melancholy
The name of our follies

Pierced me violently
But I stupidly admire

By dying in

here Russian
Versace frames, I'm seein' the change
Comin' from pain now hop on a plane
I'm in the hills, I sleep with a banger
N**** I'm me, I'm not gon

By the hi-way diner's
Humming neon glow
In an '81 mustang
Revelin' down the road
Her eyes were big as the moon on the hill
She took his arm and said

climb this hill
And by the time you make it we on a whole other scale
This for the tribe and my homies that's still up in jail
This for my mama and my

the hill
Is where my heart does grow
And I can't
And I can't wait to be carried there
By the wind when it finally blows

Beyond the city, beneath the waves
I

I'm letting go of the wheel
It's not me hurting 'cause I'm hurt, I'm just not head over hills
I learned from years
Just how to compress and conceal
I'm

plane
Step into the game
With a fancy cane over a sea as I cease my dreams I arrive to spain
Im a goat not a sheep I achieve the cheese remember the name

When I was 16 running down the road
I was bruised by cheapskate alcohol
I trembled over stop signs that I stole
The world showed me a sea of open