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man, and I've heard tale
You've done things you ain't proud of
They can take it to hell
I hope you know there's love at home for you
Oh Danny Boy, please

This story's not over yet
Time to face the fuckin' facts of how it comes to this
Our society is tainted by the come and go
(The fail to show)
And our

a fortnight
I’m the master of expediency
The everything by GDP assessor
Official story stressor
The Windrush scandal suppressor
The NHS photo op arranger
Let me

to know those pink lakes like the back of my hand 
It was the freckle by the crease of your elbow that gave you away 
And I thought about that time I ran my

Darling)
Yeah, uh, guess who's back
Your superman's home
And he here to lay track
I keep on wax when I split my heart in half
To share with who? my muse she

I be stumbling in the night
She's the angel in my wine
Watch the street lights passing by
Out my Uber
This is fine
Hop out
Find I'm all alone
Cell

to stay?
All this in my home thinking float away
Look at me now
Blood stains and cold sweat mark the boulevard
Drugs, pain, cops crept in the tinted cars

Your father weren’t around so you know  that feeling 


I raised you by myself while your father sat in prison 
The struggle to survive had me thinking

Always sexy, always hot, she keep it cool though
Pussy boys be barking, got no bite, bitch you ain't Cujo
She the only one I want, can't play me for no

as i'm dead
Cheerios in my soup
I got cheerios in my soup
Cheerios in my soup
I got cheerios in my soup
Time flies, i don't know why
But the leaves fall by

I can see the light in the distance tonight
I can't remember the way back home 
I won't survive beneath the storm 
He said I'll take care of you

Under bright spot lights, time to take a bow. 
But I don't like the part my role plays. So I put my mask on every single day.
 I'm joined by everybody

In my home
In my bed
There's a ghost
Hiding inside of my sorrow

And it feeds
And it feeds
And it grows
Until it takes up all that I know

I feel

Spirit pitching instructions
I'm off in the majors
Coming in hot like potatoes
Engaged engulfed in the
Holy moly the spirits on me.
Jesus up the level

Well, the point is that we're here
cnd you gotta have a voice

So open your ears and hear me
You better listen close
You have to be yourself
‘Cause that's

I'd buy my love a home my Larina.

I left her by the stables a tender kiss goodbye.
I found it hard to leave her tears welled up in her eyes.
I swore

Take their toll
My dear old journal
Time sails by and leaves you downwind
It wears out your pages
It feels like ages
Since we ran without looking back

& I'm overthrown by the home grown that my homie loaned
Device is the mic & surprise I'm the white kid with a nice grit when he rhymes shit
In his voice

three, sundress sweet, the kind you call home about
Now you can take it from me, man, she ain't what she seems, now you better watch out

She's stronger

Looking out of the window
Staring up at the stars
Like the streetlights guiding
All the passing cars
Whispers in through the wind
Take me back

wit niggas, cause niggas get you robbed
I don't love on these hoes cause they be slob'n on my knob
Then they take they ass home n kiss you all up in

of the bigger picture
Hanging by a nail gun, the whole shebang
Show me how you frame it, Generation Pin-the-tale
Is packing crayons in a pail
I read

The sweetest tones
Can you ever have a frame of reference outside your own?
By the time I'm done refracting
You will see me upside-down
As light passes through

I changed my mind I told them that they could smoke inside
Hotboxed the whole house as I left and called a ride
It didn't come I walked back home