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the stars
But the clouds wouldn't fly away
You said "let's leave here right away"
We went down to the river by your dorm
Everything was still foggy from

to dance with me
Friends gonna cancel me
Olds gonna ransom me
I’m getting bullied, but no one will stand for me
If this is truly the life that you promised

My now holographic dirt
Three-one-three, a voice is heard
And by the third, I proclame myself
Look for a younger drug
Burn my Dear John letter box
It

To turn it into windmills to fight back
And then comes the same old
Ghost stories
Sleep walking in the sun
How would you ever know you're vain

Yeah never

your deceptions so girl you need to stop this
The only way to stop is

I’ve got
Nothing to say to
Voices that preach upon my halo
Long time ago I learned

speak knowing your indifference and that you avoid listening
I'm trying not to be too old to enjoy the wisdom
Entitlement can grey the way of love

dissertation
Reading of my leaves, born under a bad sign
Several years of luck stagnated by your own time
Looking at mine, what are you playing?
Focus up kid,

unworthy|Named by the voice of my shame and regret|But when I hear You whisper, "Child lift up your head"|I remember, oh God, You're not done with me yet||I am

too many to think that life is a game
I was eight years old I seen a soul leave its frame
Rest in peace to my grandma and unc they flew away
By 21 I

watch the day go by
Lazy ass hoe don't have a schedule
But she give head and roll my J's so good
God damn I got holy wood
Holyfield bitch I wish you would

dreamt the dream where the dreamers die, all alone underneath a sky
Lit up by a giant Orange moon
And you may never think you will, fall prey to your

and consume till we die
Got no thoughts, got no words, they're all determined by the media turds
Some people are happy with their strings being pulled,

was made for you and me. 
Here's to old Woody Guthrie‘s 
fascist killing machine. 
Here's to outlaws 
with a righteous cause 
fighting for the right

shine
But there ain't no avoiding the rain
So it's black clouds when I come by: me
Myself and this voice in my brain 24
7 I'm literally in two minds, life

old
My silly little alien doesn't want any gold
He just wants to ride on the little interstellar folds
A silly little voice in his head had said
"You

In the greenest of our valleys
by good angels tenanted,
once a fair and stately palace
radiant palace - reared its head.
In the monarch thought’s

Single file, we walk alone
We both know it's getting old
Another story set in stone
As we walk down the same road
And everyone looks straight ahead

that be owning the night
Can't you tell by the gold you be tainted and rugged and old
Dressed like I'm hostin the Durban July
My chicky said that I

the same old s*** from the start
Got me feenin from my heart
Everytime that I thought it would all be fine
Now I'm chillin by myself and I
Wish I had you

love you

No inside voice
Making babies to Miss Perfect Parte Dos

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Sade + Wick candles
Watch me set the mood

Bachata mixed

Haul so we can get a move on
And I'll be waiting by the phone for the second you call
So I can hear your sweet voice tell me screw off
The thought of sex

what I want don't give a fuck if labels feel me
Ya feel me?
Would have shit figured out by now ideally
Coulda signed a record deal but I'm still moving

album by the end of the day
I said we don't play, we don't sleep and never take breaks
Many just don't understand the amount of seconds it takes
To break

so the flames I extinguish
Voice of many waters with the old English until it's finish
Made from the image of perfection
Life is but a dream, inception