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and spraying
And by the evening when they see us
All these demons'll fade out
Just like the dust, now it's dusk
Only follow ones I trust
When I take in every

Now introducing Temple's very own, Pat g
Thank you ladies you're far too kind, let's get it

This one right here's for texas, the lonestar
Temple

no expiration, everyday all the time
That thing got no enhancement, it's naturally purified
My Fiji in a bottle, so tell me you'll be mine

Got the bed

No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even

sure I'll come back around but then I flee like a comet
There won't be a tomorrow for any crews of Apollo
Chasing a storm, drained by the blues in my

iphone screen
Astral project out of the american dream
Lobotomy for the group thought
Blood full of swan songs
Death by firing squad
It's a merry go round

running for the Sheriff
I might show up at your door with the Unsullied like Danerys
If you tryna be successful then you gotta put in work
Spent some time

right hand
Come to your house at night oh what a horrible sight
You better pick up the pipe that's by your nightstand
It's the Return of Savage I got

a broken home moma raising kids by herself/
Nothing in the house to eat so we had to go and steal/
Cant nobody tell me nothing i got this shot on my own/
Had

secret to stay with me
Now you've crossed the line,
And it's time to expose
I'll let your wife decide if she wants more than just those
Don't tell her it's

a rocket bad bitches on me 
Know that I'm cocky in the trenches goin hard like 
I'm rocky time is money only thang that I'm clockin
I just cashed out

be dumb rich like London Tipton
She stay by my side like she fixins
She gave me control cause we clicking
Clicking like Adam Sandler
Head and shoulders

the police 
My nerves they start erk 
Buss first, for they get me
Too much blood spilt in the streets 
By niggas minding they business 
While he was walking

Driven by my empty space I've driven to this empty place
The time is up remember all the moves you make
How can they take and give me nothing? I'll

the Southern Hemisphere. 



Project Puffin was launched in 1973 by the Audubon Society under direction of Dr. Stephen Kress who worked to restore the nesting

cubicle

Your fucking trash

And I'm not even counting what Matt did to my man Pat

What was he that mad

His ex dipped in his wack ass? 'but wait I thought

I just pulled up on Pat in the back of the back
Hop out the act smelling like a whole pack
Commes Des Garçon with Gosha to match
If I need a punch

supporter and critic
Time flies but only if you give up and let it
I've been locked in a committed I'm a be gone for a minute
Look what I did by myself look

a goddess when she see me
Picked her up in the projects knocked her off of her feet
Ima eat it then beat it 
Treat her sumn like a queen 
We be all overseas

Curiosity almost killed the Pat
Curiosity made me had to smash yo cat
Curiosity made me had to eat that ass
From the back
Ooh boy you know I'm gacked

and body train, go by a lot of names
I survived some things, decade in the chains
Something had to change, had to have the pain, made me who I am
Every scar

bus
Take me back to that place where my raving begun
Chased by a bum, your face feeling sunk
Find yourself out on the pavement, no one
But you wobbling

motherfuckin' classic and I came with the heat
I came a long way from the times that I was thieving to eat
You motherfuckers wanna bark but you ain't biting

things, I'll aspire to do many things
And by many things, I mean everything, do anything, beat burying, flows varying
I'm an animal, cannibal, eat the beat