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talking beer and
The tied up luggage
Did you hide the knives by
The dry rub bucket?
Lead 'em out single file
Tell them why the kids gone wild
And when they

If you want change then be that change
I know they Say and Feel that things won’t Change
Be that as it may, Can’t keep looking around for someone

or depressed, addled and askew
The type of place I start to think is permanent
Permeated to a point of purgatory in my head
I start to think because i'm

year

Where's she go when she disappears
Escalations talking into mirrors
Putting fingers to her ears
To the secret place where she drowns her fears
I

ought to be 
Me and my compadres 
There is no better place to be

Up close 
Technicolor so you can see
How it’s done in person
All live in 3-D
I don’t

delegate at that pace you'll be doing it
No matter whatever the case is just face and it and fix it just place on it kisses
You basically did it, admitted

My life wasn't cool as you think I just be drowning the pain
Thanksgiving you a Jive turkey watch out I'm  choking on cranberries
No I'm not talking

Just got out of Paris

done my time by the Seine

she said love lasts forever

only fools dance in vain

maybe I head out for London

to do my share

watch yo' step

Fast or slow pace my flow lace
Tracks this cat'll throw bass
And don't waste steps and go
Chase broads to no place
Master streets, impress

quiet
Charge it to the game they owe me commas
Warzone in my head, angels and demons be fighting
I want all the finer things, imma get it I ain playing

hidden in euphoria.
You become free from the phobia.

When the consciousness shines through ideas,
You just be this light and reject fears.

You leave your

up and come slowly to me 
I'm shy I know that's a pity 
But after two or three Bloody Mary
It's becoming more than friendly 
This night is marked by

Mary come on, I changed my mind
This must be what they mean by feeling alive
Here's the truth honey in case my time
Comes before I come off this

There’s a special place in hell for them
Soon they will be history

Actually, we’ve survived by being
Very boring and uncooperative
When they began to smell

3 a.m., I must be lonely

know ya place 

I got some tendencies 
To piss off my enemies 
Hate it or love it tho 
This shit was meant to be 
Do all you want 
You can't stop it 
Not

butter lips with that vanilla scent
Plus I think your heaven sent
Really dont know these streets But I wanna make this place my residence
Aint got time for

still wanna be by your side, and find a sanctuary to hide
Our own little place, where we'd plan special dates
Until the apocalypse subsides

If it's our

ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
This Forty must be from Harlem the way it make him shake

They know that I was

Damn
This shit was heaven sent
Words got me going places that I never went
FLEX aint like these other niggas FLEX intelligent
A head start before he get

hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag

got hte OG of this swag shit
He goes by the name a fuck it

Yeah yeah yeah yeah your shit be fake like a toupe
My shit be fresh like a new day
You can't

The Jungler

Midlake

Bamnan and Slivercork

2004

Oh it must be over there
See in the tall weed
With his head leaned by an anthill
By some water with a trumpet
Lightly sleeps the jungler

But

Now that I know you do it so well
This is the end
What nonsense, darling (Evil on the beat, no cap)
And I'll do it again
Ah, oh, no, now you must