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If These Walls Could Talk

Dead Celebrity Status

Blood Music

2006

crowds in the eighties screaming for Tiffany.
I feel secluded, my thoughts feel polluted.
So I escape to music 'cause I think it's therapuetic, and,
This

There's always somebody who really wants to make you fall 
But you can rise above rise above it all don't listen to the lies
That try to make you

back but the musics the only thing that I repeat
So if you like to dance and you don't need a man then come party with me
Woah
Whine up your hips porque

on my smoke 
This shit really kill

I do it again make sure
It's instilled Claim
That they hate
But they follow me still
Claim claim that they love me
But

Wooo
4Laa
Its Man$on nigga Gusto
Pak Life A.N.T
3rd Fanga Music
Aye this shit just
Just to make yall feel good
Manson
Check me out though
Turn this

and influence disease upon a psyche
This machine that I'm piloting ejected me now I'm parachuting
Down to the ground when I'm crowned by the crowd at my execution

mine, uh
That why I ride how i ride, ride Thats why my music a vibe, vibe

Try to remember the time, time My house went dark by nine, nine
Creepin'

Oldsmobile Cutlass or a Buick Regal
Make good music like the Eagles
Keep in the real for my people
The jewels that I give you is to help you live peaceful

fight like its martin and gina
I roll with hittas that kill by my side
Im in the lake is you ready to die
Roll up the woods cause we finna get high
X's

ain't never get enough

Verse4 1:53-2:12
Music got me open wide
I will never hide 
Pressure being applied 
Won't call it quits until I try 
See inside I'm

Bitches are the baddest, champagne out the chalice
Gotta flex a little, congratulate myself
Cause everything to do with music, did it by myself
I was

make music soft spoken,
What a way to change your heart when you stay got it by the chosen,
What a way to sleep at night when you know God the one I'm

Kept it squeaky clean when haters thought I would slip
Never was enticed by the option of getting rich
Number one assignment was leave people from pit

know that you get it 
Girl you know you got me crazy 

With that beauty 
Shake that thing and let me see that booty
If a nigga fuck around with you than

the name it says on my chain
What are you on you know that we on
We hitting the club to six in the morning
Bring your friends
You know that we up to some

shit, that shit ain’t even green
Pulled out my sack it had you on your ass
What I told you nigga I’m really on the gas
I really came up gotta job

sins
Band wagon chasin' my coat tail
This music got it for sale
Everyone know that I'm so
Skilled
Got me questionin' on whose real
All these odds against

given to people, and Cain rules here 
Because justice has fallen asleep

Waiting, because it's all that's left to do
And to try and be people- in a place

while rolling this motion picture
Approaching the coming winter with riddles inside my speakers
That ridicule tiny features of spiritual guarantees

Is

INTRO

Olola tun ti de o
Brayne Zee mi wole o
(Music for your soul)

Verse 1
Life is a story
Also a journey
Listen to the words that I am singing
1,

Carrots fucking suck
and they make me sick
I dont give a fuck
Hand it to chillidick

Ayyyy


That shit just made me cum 
I shot myself with a gun
Sucking

the music starts to fade
We were laying, laying in my bed
For one second, you forget
Oh, here we go again

You say you want a break, so we break up
It's

amazing, so horny
Fantastic naked co-eds
It was a fuckfest, a rough treatment
Party covered, music, naked on the water

Drunk sex, bride banged, orgy
Sex

check the tally a negative sum

Yeah I do this shit without breaking a sweat

Parlay ya album let’s make it bet

Divy ya music and add up the odds 

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