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by admitting from cradle to tomb 
 Isn't that long a stay 
 Life is a cabaret, old chum 
 It's only a cabaret, old chum 
 And I love a cabaret

Race coz you know that I'm chasing cheese
Blazing green at 3:53, now the freestyles so easy
That's money it's funny they love me, they're dying to fuck

this, I wrote 10 songs.
This was by far the most exciting, challenging, and tiring thing I've ever done.
After spending my entire life writing music in my

shot

Too much paper, break the bank vault

Balling hard, balling hard, ain't my fault

I was broke just a week ago, now I am in the club blowing stacks

Ima Bail 'til my seeds in Yale 
So much dope on the tracks, nigga the fiends should hail
When my bro died, my Jesus Pieces fell , 
I only hope in future

of way 
I guess that’s why my knees hurt
Know I got so much i wanna say
Your girl don’t need a feature 


Dance with me 
Need that water on me

Drip baby

Hello
Hey, baby
How far are you
About to exit the interstate
What's up, babe
Nothing much
I made your favorite dinner
And tonight, I'm the dessert

without a aircraft
That is without a doubt such a rare task
Finding it hard to grin or just share laughs
So you vent when that drum hat and snare clash

love)
Raise up a couple of kin (brown eyed kids)
How much longer can a brother wonder if he never get no rest?

Well but All my years are wasted cuz I

laughing loud

I wanted so much to avoid all scenes, I end up knowing more
I'm now surrounded, inside it and days go by, rolling on
No matter what's

so much more
Yeah, the stories stay the same, the world fades away 
Laughter's loud and the drinks are cold
They're the spoke in the wheel that

sounds crazy can't stop thinking of you
Let's get lost together
There's so much that we can do
We can fly we can hide
cnd can get lost just for the night

Ima Bail 'til my seeds in Yale 
So much dope on the tracks, nigga the fiends should hail
When my bro died, my Jesus Pieces fell , 
I only hope in future

used to fuck
My timing is getting risky, you texting to say you miss me
And calling and calling, it's so much work I had to do this week
When lies turn

of Simeloa
So much weed, I'm about to get a grower
Snakes in the grass, Imma have to get a mower
Choppin and choppin shit down
Prices in New York be goin up

process
Never gon' say too much
Niggas like me that talk less
Never gotta deal with no nonsense
'Lotta fake love in the comments
Too many niggas in

the reasons why
The simple the things that mean so much like hanging out at the corner store
Raising hell with the kid next door
Runaway, oh your friends

pull tonight
End this

Twisted inside by the choice
We decide
All our lives
Why not end repetition
Imagine a world
With no imagining
Pain is volition

you get your drink on
Mother Father Sister Bro
Love is the message
But war be the front page
In this mess-age
Ghetto celebs spread
by the hundred
Macked

Something is changing in me
Like a ripple in the water
I'm seeing things differently
So much clearer than I was before
And you were angry at me,

Wut Tha #$@!

Monoxide Child

Chainsmoker

2004

Shits For Life So You Can Kill Leon Long 
You Can Never Get The Love I Get 
And You Can Never Quite Get The Shit I Spit 
And When You Biol It All Down In

Nihil Morari

Pain of Salvation

Be

2004

the signs 
But spell them out in backward travesty 
I see us close our eyes 
To all the wounds that we inflict to this world by being "free" 
We love this

self let me make a point to you
Somewhere in this great big world we'll find a love that's true
So let's pull ourselves together we can make it if we

yeah)
Can we do all the things we like?
We like, we like, we like
We like, we like, we like (yeah, yeah)

Runnin' too long, I did
Actin' so much, I