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caught up in my yesteryears
But I'm here~! My story remains the same
I ain't changed a bit, I speak words of pain
From a frozen heart, lost what's left

motorized wheelchair
Above the album cover wall
They brought in one of his airplanes
And his very first guitar
I'm surrounded by all of you
But I'd feel

Feels like I'm stuck inside a maze
But there's no dead ends just graves
I come from dead ends surrounded by graves
Some of those graves are my mates

An infinite parade
In honor of the things that brought us here
The vanities and jealousies
And empty masquerades
The better angels fallen out of fear

bottom nigga 
But so upper echelon
Locked in the studio lettin off 
Tryna find in me what Hookah saw 
Gotta dig deeper to make it raw 
Twenty twenty we

I'm Still #1

Boogie Down Productions

Step into a World

1997

Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style

the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that

payback
Can I get my payday
Mayday
Here I come here I go here I go
I be out like
I make a whole song comes to
When it comes down to this I don't really care

that crazy about it?

KW: Oh, yeah they have an issue just
The title and here’s still
A window of opportunity for us
To change it "Oh, well, i don’t want

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lyin' here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all

They say, "All's well that ends well," but I'm in a new hell
Every

a lot of steam in here, I wanna let off
You got a wrinkled shirt? Put me by it
I got a lot of steam "Sell out"
You guys throw that word around like

The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's

Mr. Nigga

Q-Tip

Black on Both Sides

1999

put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your

madly craved
Got laid, thanked and a fucking parade
But there’s no comfort in where I am seated
Still waiting for my ax to fall
I count the hours with

the name of bein' honest
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lyin' here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all

They say, "All's well that ends well," but I'm

My name is Aidan Sanders, I go by Inhereoutthere and this album is dedicated to... a lot
As with any artist, it's about personal struggles. Mental

talking without your words  But you believe the clarity without fear  We create it here  Stay where you are stop the parade  You've just fallen off beyond

I've been chasing gray skies, and I need to get out of here
All these storms have been clouding my view
I think all I really need to cure of me my

sweep the street on Tuesday
But I've never seen them do it before
The meter maid laid a ticket tape parade
On the windshield of a lived in four door

for
and I'll be in that moment
but not by myself
I'll have help
you will all be with me
pulling me along

And I'll be alright, momma
cause at least I've

Well it's been good
But I think it's time
We move away
For a little while
It's been good
But I think it's time
We move away
Came out here with all my

Can I get my payday, mayday
Here I Go here I Go here I go
I be all like. I'll make a whole song comes too
When it comes down to this I don't really care

November's here, its all a long and sad parade
You speak no more; you sit so still, it is your will
And when I ask for reasons you answer with your

up
Ends well, but the means remain important

Short by a dollar, got there a day late
More tries, more shots, more stay late
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