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staple your tongue (ah)
Bury a friend, try to wake up (ah-ah)
Cannibal class, killing the son (ah)
Bury a friend, I wanna end me

I wanna end me
I wanna, I

the night
Grip me by the thighs
Look me in the eyes
Kill me with your gaze
Make me feel ashamed
Keep track of the days that you would call me by your name

smoked some shit that didn't even get me high
So today I robbed that plug no he can't get by
If you cross me then I crucify your third eye
It's only one

As your curtain falls
In a care home or big city hospital
If you haven’t given it yet to me
I’ll let you keep it all


Some people have a lot
Just

below, heads bowed
From the place my family lays
Fight with me son of a brother
No man, nor nymph, nor monster
Hubris consumes, your head is lost

Something

Dyablo

Jesse and Jorge Morales Presents Z: Banda Rap

2003

by with your crew from across the room
i had to keep my attention on you
something about that pretty face that pretty smile
you couldn't help but

strength left and glory to take
c contender that stands in my path
Here to tempt my wrath

When circled by vultures
I keep my nerve still
With honor

shall know that I am the Lord, saith the Lord God, when I shall be sanctified in you before their eyes.

The light shine on Your face 
Beauty reflected

yeah
I’ll live by
I’m gonna make mama proud if I keep letting outa my cage
All of my bitches in different cities I’m really up
I’m gonna stay down right

son, I'm protected by your blood
You told me you'd provide, now I see it in front of my eyes
See the blessings disguise and angels in the sky, like
Fight

but inside feel dead
But you ain't gotta keep it in
Just let it out ou don't be scared
Yeen gotta hurt yourself I understand you tryna cope
Just know

keep all blinds open?  

I won't tell you what she did 
But he never asked again, that kid 
With tears in eyes, forgot the skies 
And 2 bound down his

you way proud of your son
And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell

you way proud of your son
And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell

to keep it nice and flat”
She made some sick wet sounds by the bushes and came limping back
And how the moon rose bloody in the sky
How her smile could not

to feel, but keep it real, that's all I ask
I ain't saying you gotta trap or nothing, but get up off your ass
I put a band on a band, that's when I fell in

I got a daughter home
And it's really my job to
Keep her off a pole
Sittin' in the middle of the kitchen
Comin' up with a plan
Tryna raise my son

That poor son of a bitch
Will be working while in going
Woo woo woo woo woo woo bing
Bought a bus pass hope you know that, like Rosa I don’t go back

or a baby child
Seniors definitely tip when they appreciate your smile
I go an extra mile! My taxi smells good
Maintenance in order, keep it clean as I should

of the eyes of the hateful
And mentally unstable
In the meantime, be careful
Any day your children can meet pistol
Grip
Them tightly while they're still warm

dare let go
Keep in mind when you're down it's not only you
People go through it all around the globe
So don't be afraid
Promise you everything will be

this one for your leg (Bloaww)
Just some wild ass kids (Hold On) We was off the shits (For Real)
Put yo girl in gymnastics we gon flip the Bitch (We Did)

Grace (uh huh)
Keep your ego in check or I'll put you in place (yeah yeah)

Stayin chanel till the day that I die (Chanel)
You miss you mans damn check

Fall Reaching

Orrall & Wright

Orrall & Wright

1994

Eight years old with my Louisville slugger
My Daddy said "Keep your eye on the ball
There'll be times when you lose the big game
But keep your