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The wrong bitch can make yo heart tender
Try to play me I'm sending shots like bartender
When I say that’s my nigga
I used too starve with him
Keep a k by

does it cost a man soul
Because I'm starting to feel dead
If you could hear what's in my head
You wouldn't think that I was there
I got voices talking

trying to fight idolatry and lust
Being good ain't enough so in God I trust

I got faith
Seeking restitution from all my mistakes
Look me in my face

responsive
How do we live unconscious
Walking dead
With voices in my head
Brother Tie wake up
Is what they said
Real deception
Carried out with electronic

Maid of Orleans

Dark Moor

The Hall of the Olden Dreams

I was born in France, called the "Maid of Orleans"
Led by the voices of the Saints
I went to the Court dressed in men's clothes
To save my people

Led by some new villains and some of the same
Who had put out even John Compton’s all-mighty flame

Then a great white lord arose to take control of de

My life was seen by my grandmother's palmistry
I was born to the sound of the streets and the celestial harmonies
I watched the fall of a dynasty

old news tabloid, told you, I’m a
Bad boy, picture that; my passport stamped for it
(You’re fucking place), read the words; ain’t a search puzzle
It’s

high, can't let it pass by
Don't care what came before so now I'm never asking why
Our problems fade away as we look up into the sky
My hands around your

thinking I'm clowning around
With the batty flows that I bring?
I laugh you must have took a bath in acid thinking joe isn't king
This here is nothing but my

annoyed with each death keep poise with deep beathes
My voice is depressed avoiding sleep just
From worry and complating the chance of which one of my boys

up the toto, twister in her guts
Like the two strands to form my locs
Rooted in my spot
I saw the beginning of lust
Ego in sensuous stardust
Cosmic

and try to keep it real
Get outa hell and lose the shell
I know that you can tell
You hear it in my voice
Somethings changed
Ain’t the same
This music

suit
Dark and lazy, fuck me baby, you know that's my main pursuit
I got many sounds so check me out because maybe this just ain't for you
Voice going

a whorehouse
I can blush at a smile
Like a king in disguise
But I, I will never have to live by
The mercy of strangers, the mercy of ties

I will never know how

guy
He don't even know I'm about to get with him  
He think he looking for me - I'm looking for a victim
Something's in my voice, I speak - they all

still carrying the torch
And I'm screaming at myself, till my voice is hoarse
Back and then forth, with miraculous force
I'm tired of course, from that

I don't wanna convince you that I'm worthless
And baby everything you do leaves me wordless
My love is all purpose
Nervous
Hands shaking when I'm

waitin on is arixec, disease
I tie knots in niggas legs and make knees
John James Brown said "Please, please, take my hand"
Yours flow, your style has

come on
I know your corny ass still fucking with my songs
Even when I lose my voice
You know I still had no choice
To keep writing songs
That make you

is the place!"
Latter-day Saint, LDS faith
Hi, my name is Chase
(Not James?) No
(Jake?) No
(Shake?) Bro
Chase Dahla Billz, okay okay, hey, yo, let's go

Geekin' by myself, drop the top
Cause I made the rain stop rainin'
Took a trip to Bel Air, now I'm fresher than the prince
Livin' like we kings, never gonna

voice on the beat go crazy (Uh)
Workin' so hard it don't phase me (Uh)
Got a girl who’ll never play me
Don’t mess with me or my girl that’s my baby
Tell

Listening to me
Spit a symphony
Thats how I'm gone get it
In this industry

Getting in fights
With the voice in my head
Stay up all night
Thinking of my