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a frame
I'm not more I'm the same
I just got something to say
If you on the surface, relate
Don't wait till it's too late (we all do it)
What I'm doing is

a ribcage
I fancy you but I'm broken
I can't get held up by a mixtape
I wrote back when I was smoking
Getting high coming down like every which way
Never give

More Than Ever

Nelson

After the Rain

1990

but all I found were hearts of stone.
Spent a lifetime on the road to nowhere 'till I found my way back home.
You gave me shelter from the cold

But either way you know it’s gonna be the time of your life

It doesn’t matter what you think about me 
Imma do what I do this is my Odyssey
Imma go

it down, I can tell by the way you touch me
Till you act funny
Stepped into my world like Narnia
And while we here
Imma put this rod inside of you
Baby

They gone hit the morgue
Catch the flight
We gone hit allure
Grab the keys
Like getty up
By my lone
No anty up
Small waist like NipTuck
Rental truck
Pick

butt, do it low key 
Found some dope, no not weed I might od
Slippery slope, imma choke, get a nose bleed
666, imma die, that's unholy 
999, that's more

cause racks I get that
And I got songs with real OG's
Shout out to my Nigga Project Pat
Got love for me people all my cars are black
Keep it real solid

not get a visit Said you tried, but it came with a twist
All these lies got me squeezing my fist But you know I'm fly, yeah, I'm fresh as a mint

Can't

Falling down 'cause I'm too slow now
Get my mind out of here somehow
Trying to survive just for now
Can't be all the end's not allowed
Disconnected

that was committed
By one brother to another brother, and uh
I looked around my neighborhood as
A child and I
Saw the crime and violence and I said

I was deeping, waiting till my choice was all you
I was singing,  letting your voice do it all for you
I was sleeping, itching for your touch, Baby

cheese from the 50 one cinco
Had this god given talent since I was a lil niño
Chancletas on my feet, funded by that illegal
I ain't got a single minute for

Heard yo'
Seas rocky we ain't on the same boat
Bandana like I'm Santana, strap like Rambo
I got snaked by my brothers gotta keep the ammo
Dressed

surrounded by pride envy and greed it's no fun to
Have a friend or pretend you're naive to the hunger
Fall to my knees I was under the pressure of being

between the huevos
The west coast, where your tested most get left roasted
By the heated-up lead that leaves you post dead

The life I've chosen, so much

list of romantic sex scenes
kissin by the tv screen
Hands on my skin
got me on the verge of HD
Play her keys  motif
Tongue action no teeth
squeeze
Yo

I try to do things right and I
Keep a few friends by my side
Sit back and enjoy the ride
That's just part of livin' life
I check the oil in my old

Bag in the Dog House
Written by Bill Shelton (Fabskat/BMI)

They say a manís home is his castle
I believe this to be true
Sometimes a man gets lost

Turn the key, hit the gas
Leave your worry in the past
My body bag in your back seat
And excuses six feet deep
Hit the road, run the red light
Make

by a set and a strap
Mad independent 
 Fucc if I need it 
I get it by sinnin 
Spinnin
Opp in a velvet box
Juss da piss in
Winnin
My whole team clutch

the skin i can tell you want it baby
By the way that you grin
Let me fondle on your breasts
As we both undress and if you let me
I'ma bust a nut all up

that you need mine ||And I want you to know |We can stay this way |Till the end of our lives ||Bridge: |Ohh|There've been many times|When my words get

Excuse my finesse its a skill
But i got you down for the whole night
Top left, im honest but still
Come with me, come with me shorty we'll be alright