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backyard or road
Only time ya see check on mi
Mek a young man pump brakes
Icon ting, man late
Come with so much verb
See mi da flesh man shake
Young Slav

favorite dog in our big backyard
Mom and Dad this is a song for you
Sorry for the times we might’ve hurt you
We didn’t mean too
We love you and always will

is galore
Backyard like a seashore I'm trying to see more
Bricks than Little Melvin and more trips to b-more (word)
I gotta stay jiggy I'm the third

and I'm still here
Bloody boulevard
All the bodies underground in my backyard
All the stories I can feel when I ease my mind
All the pain it was so fuckin

you're off guard
This time
End your life
Hide your body in the backyard
Maybe next time
End up doing smart
Just don't fuck with me that hard
With me that

just need to
Have my own

I get weak 
Sitting in your backyard
Wondering if you'll see
These bandages
Need to come off

And you took me 
In your arms
You

foreign scenes

I watched the sun move on to further favoured treats
I lost your face, your eyes on burnt out backyard streets

But the light still reigns

folks say the city has charm
But I sure like my big backyard
Plant a garden and pick the weeds
The little things, that's all you need

Like home, that's

just close to the end
Walls run through our backyards we don't know why we defend
It ain't up to me but if it was you'd see
'Cause the way forward's

a change, some things I have to rearrange
I need a door to the backyard, an artic entry and an open concept

I want you to know, there's a time to let go

died again
Ooh I've died again
Ooh I've died again
Ooh I've died again 
Ooh it's a Devil's Bingo

Backyard dreams
Foreign feels
It's a miracle 
We're

I'm as strong as a brick wall, mahfucka, drop down, that's a recall
Locked out, bitch, scan yo keycard
Number one flex, go slime in the backyard
I

Staring out the window on the highway
I know you grew up in the place where the green signs say I am
And I swore I saw your backyard in the distance

backyard
Fax me a love letter

It's a New World Monday sing the blues, it's everything we've got to lose
Goodbye family, goodbye love, all hail to the Führer

place
Nigga got stabbed in the backyard
Even when it was in  broad daylight
That shit could go south
And niggas get beat in the broad daylight
You know

you'll raise your family
Seven years, not a failure to me
Carried the weight when the other couldn't breathe
Drinking with you in the backyard that spring

the backyard
I survive my own tribulations alone
You are the perpetuator
Oh guardian of my trivial freedom
What have I done
I have become you
Sacrifice my inner

Like a raven in the backyard
Smoke from a chimney
Jokers in a deck of cards
Artist labeled indie
Like a slip off a tight rope
To fall in and swim

Hey kids, playing in the backyard
So cool, don't even need a reason
Hey kids, keep playing til the sun's down

Hey kids, hanging with ya cool pop

ourselves here
But I know that these moments seem to drag on like years
And hope may be faltering, flickering dear
But do you recall our backyard in the fall,

I just gotta surf, anywhere
I just wanna surf, everywhere
I just gotta surf
Stupid localism isn't a mental illness
You are up yourself
The backyard

my desk
Wearing you all over my neck
You're down in my backyard
No one's talking about what's scarred

Watching as you slip away Calling out

games
And I know that you've been feelin' some way
Swing around unless you got no way
Home big as fuck with a backyard
Used to not have one you can ask us

buried in the backyard 
Next to the dog and my heart 
Let me guess, I'm not who I should be 

It's a cigarette to clear your head 
Rid of the past that