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bitch that's been corrupted
Fuck wasting time a corrupted minds
I don't really give a fuck
Cause i'm guided by the moon light
Smoke two blunts set

Each month is a note in the solar year 

If the world is led astray 
An there’s a voice of a thousand thousand 
And Silence in heaven 
An all

Oddysseous on that mass appeal
True mc
This voice'll get your favorite rappers peeled
I got survival tactic skills
I'm the predator of in this bitch

A Forest Above A Vast Valley A Bright Purple Hue Vanishing Behind  An Enormous Valley Surrounded By Still Waters That Reflect The Moon And Under A Gazebo You

here's the truth
You can't plant a seed today and by tomorrow see the fruit
I use to dream of Stuart Scott voice over my highlight tape
I never made it

here's the truth
You can't plant a seed today and by tomorrow see the fruit
I use to dream of Stuart Scott voice over my highlight tape
I never made it

here's the truth
You can't plant a seed today and by tomorrow see the fruit
I use to dream of Stuart Scott voice over my highlight tape
I never made it

moonshine whispers to shotgun blues, Our love, a paradox, both tender and bruised.

Johnny Cash's gravel, a voice weathered by time, I'll sing of your

a ballet called
 
My Love for the Monaco Rose My Love
My Love for the Monaco Rose
My Love... for your Grace

In my rose garden by the Rock
cntonio sealed in

on display the lush of waves feelin' the rush
That braves to become, a new dimension, the legacy in us
I'm actin like a glass captain sailin' by the stars

bitch that's been corrupted

Fuck wasting time a corrupted minds
I don't really give a fuck
Cause i'm guided by the moon light
Smoke two blunts set

they heaven sent
Up there in the moon blue faces dead presidents
Following my fate by aiming for the sun
Took a leap of faith that I ain't wanna jump

Paralyzed by the lies
Of the bitches brew
Compared to what she said
She thought she knew
A stone cold return
To Potato Head Blues
Alas someday
Your Prince

Security's a superstition, raised by fearful visions
Fooled by locks and bonds, a patient disposition
If someone wants in they'll find a crack in

trust, everyone for themselves shit look like a tycoon
Know why he mad and i know why he stressed, cause his bitch by my side, I'm her Earth, she my moon

This a call-out
Been binge-drinking bullshit from fake teeth and suave mouths
Your sweet promise
The forbidden fruit
Not for feeding
Not fulfilling

long just like a broom
Off the za im on the moon
I stay with the heat like the middle of June
The pack came this morning we sold it by noon
These bitches

a bitch
If you can't handle a sour fruit
Eluding to whose blues
Tuned in to clues
To makes beats harder
Yet we search to find hoes
That won't leave

I'm standing alone in a gutted house
Bodies torn apart by ten thousand doubts
Bottle, bedlam, and butts make a mess of the floor
But they're just

through the forest, iron by the lake
New-olive-blue tinged, oak branches deepen
Star-tangled, scattered sky homes in again

One, three, six, ten,

own trial
But I passed in style

Talking to strangers in a bar I'd never been before
About how the moon falls around the Earth
Like how I fall around my

But I"m so tired I can't 
Scrape together the spine, 
To stand hearing your voice. 
Or any form of living noise. 
Or be punctured by the claws

the darkness
Rain could'nt stop me
We were happy at that time
Saw the silence in your blue eyes
Staring at your face, ayy
Waiting for your words
Going

I am satisfied
Inside my mind, screaming
And begging for release
I can't breathe
Reaching the point where the moon fades
And my soul rests in