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Take my bones from where they lie
Put me on a train before you hurt
You can keep my favorite shirt

Take me to the edge of God's green earth
Leave me

through the shit
See I was comatosed
Double crossed by someone who I thought was close
To me, him and Tony got away with all my smoke
And so we haunted em

the game cause your skin gone
Now you asking for returns on the income
Nothing from nothing leaves nothin'
You niggas annoying like the shirt on that last

hella sharp like some brand new razors
Blueprint to black power this was wrote by Amos
Next year I plan to be on that stage twenty twenty three
Rolling

the coat chinchilla
Used to practice raps beats by J-dilla
Cuzzo go the gats packed with that thriller
Mike Jack Mike Jack
Riding with it on my lap
Hustlers

yours, so just come mine
We know these roads, we don't need signs
Clothes are the only things on line
I got rips in every t-shirt
My jeans all stained from

downfall and i'm the main bidder

Never been feeling so fake
All i do is a mistake
I'm smelling the blood on my shirt
Eventually i left them hurt

They love

One, two, many three times you gone see them flop
For far too long
I was in the dark just picking at a bone
I was weak, dead and starving always looking

Tuesday again no problem
No shirt no shoes no drama
Wrote a verse between two bus stops
On the curb tied my shoes then I walked
I ain’t got the time

Fist pounding on the floor of the church
I wanna cry so they can see that it hurts
Last ride in the back of the hearse
RIP picture on somebody shirt
Damn

with me and you gon' get slapped
I'm a mean mother, I ain't giving them stacks, I'm cutthroat to the bone
Momma told me go fuck them hoes, that's what

Two characters
From two stories by Miranda July
Put into one episode
It is only how the Ecstasy works on me
I was thinking of his sister when his

stay till we hear last call, fun to be had by one and all, It's OK it's what I do, I'll bring you home if you want me too
Chorus:
Lead:
Chorus:
Verse 2

Flashback to not long ago
I was covered with your plaid shirt yet stripped to my bones
You and I, sculpted in gold
Roaming through the streets as if

shirt, old Jack, or off your back it goes
You gotta roll, Big Sandy, roll

Sandy passed away on a cold winter night
Father Jim wasn't there to deliver last

(bang)
We tryna hang a nigga by a rope (come here)
Nigga go get fixed, you broke (you broke)
They know I stay with that stick it poke (uh, uh)
They

we got famous 
Blad!
Leave that alone, 
Concentrate on heavy affairs I'm in my zones ,
Music has a way to repair these broken bones 
Heavy is the head

a ratchet
Put a nigga in the casket, dead body with some maggots
Pistol on my side, p-p-pistol on my side
Young Nola bout to ride, let me do a drive-by

I can't, warm this
Bed by, myself anymore
I thought, that you'd
Be here, this time
Last year, but you're not
Cold feet, thought you know me
But

where the buzzards clear
The meat from the bones you and your little badass mad max musketeers
When the silhoettes of emaciated frames danced

Sweetheart, your heart is loaded down
with useless burdens and bones 
I can tell by the tear stains on the letter 
you wrote me from the twilight

Bed to the Bills

Subtle

For Hero: For Fool

2006

The next day the exact same nurse
Is standing with her back to me
At every last passing bus stop
Only this time, what looks like a small stack

so I gotta smoke
But the devil get close to try to provoke
But he won’t
Wake up every morning gotta get it
Live free and die by hustle
Flexing hard

the verse that chills you to the bone
Now let your eyes at last depart

And into fleeting dreams entrust your heart
And I’ll be there by your side