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flowing for years. Got miles on instrumentals. 
I speak light! Life, it gets dark son.
Pain seems to be the paintbrush that I draw from.
One of my youngins

explore the weekend in Bora Bora, reasons to ignore her, I’ve got a not a one, she not the type of girl that tends to have a lot of ones, sweet like gelato,

That kept me away from thinking

Found dead on the road 
In his way back home
He doesn't really show 
Signs of martyrdom

No physical pain
Just cold by

to me
That you choose to spend your whole life by my side
All my thoughts and ideas come out sounding so clichéd
I'm just a lucky man to have you as my

It Takes Two

Giant

Last of the Runaways

1989

to nothing more
Than empty rooms without your love, girl, I'm standing at your door

It takes two, two hearts that beat together, to make it feel like one

might say I'm addicted, but me
I'm truly lifted
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd
Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce
Mary never cheat me

controlled by the powers that be
OH YEAH ROBOT FUNK YEAH

dem
Some gyal wan bread dem ah pretend friend
It's all good, 1, 2, 3, 4
Pay that girl then she turn into a whore
Take a couple shots because I know you

HORSES, HARLEYS, HONKY TONKS AND HIM			©OCT 19, 2017
WRITTEN BY BUDDY JEWELL, LESLIE SATCHER & DANIELLE BOURJEAURD

I AM LITTLE BIT OF COUNTRY TOUGH,

spitting flames in the dark

No one would know just by the look of us
No one would see that we were anything but so happy
I wish you saw me through their

Easily inspired
Surrounded by jokes
Man they required
For all the trials weren't a hoax
Neither was the crash
So I dashed
See if he aight
Blood

tell you what that means is
I gotta stand up
Gotta stand by my thesis
One of rap's meanest 
But also the cleanest
It ain't too hard to drop
F bombs

The industry feels like
A nightmare I Dey try clear
All the worries on
My mind But it's quite clear
That I'll be here forever
I no need lie seh
And Time go tell

the streets though right
Trust me for better or worse
That's gonna be your education
Find something to sell for a piece of cheddar
Now you're in a cell reading

Kush is
Strong
Help me loosen
Up for the
Limbo we face girl I might just
Put u in a
Song help me sort my
Thoughts instrumentals keep play
(I found flight

Met her online
That's why I cry
(I cry)
Cuz she lives states away
She had pink hair
And hot shit to wear
(Hot shit to wear)
She was the goth girl

Road trip, we goin' on a road trip
If you coming with me can you promise that you won't slip
Look at me, promise that you wont slip
Don't trip, girl

The ladies know the game
When them niggas be spitting
Now everybody wants a piece
A little piece when I'm in it
So go and lay that game down
This instrumental

Burgundy nights
Oh
Yeah 

I see you sitting pretty by the fireside
That golden light bouncing off your skin tonight
I wonder what's waiting for us

those nights (Yuh)
I remember those cries (Yuh)
I remember that cabana (Yuh)
I remember those eyes (Yuh)
I remember that arcade (Yuh)
Leaned up by

sit a prince
2 guns on me now I gotta glitch That shoot 10 to 6
By the time you realized what I Said it's gone be late as shit damn
I done super bowled

spit that ice that might start freezing the mic
So fly I'll be the cutest couple by myself
So bright you look at me you're eyes just might melt 
So off

Everybody
And Go To Hell
If They Don't Like Me
Back on my bull shit
My attitude is
Weirdo music
Therapeutic
It's about time that they let the phucking
Weirdo

are judgment
Like you're always right and we're all wrong
But no you're not anything special
Just a pretentious girl that thinks she owns the world