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slowly go.

[Verse 2]
Past a barn with paint worn thin,
Horses grazing by the fence penned in,
Crows on the wire watching us near,
In the quiet morning,

this perfect moment, there’s nothing we can’t bear.

[Verse 4: Male]
With every shooting star, we make a wish or two,
For endless nights and memories

By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like Jiffy-Pop (Pop)
In a instant get smoked like

I'll Be There

Rakim

The Master

1999

where we clash
Trying to see how much gritty cash this city has
Meantime harass every bitty that pass
And then here you come with your pretty ass
All

Finest Ones

Clark Kent

The Master

1999

Where the ladies at? 
Clarkworld baby 
Uh, uh 
 
[Repeat: x4]
It's the are baby 
It's the god baby 
 
I got rhymes I love to bust looking for

tonight
Every beat so right
In this ethereal flight

Binaural dreams are calling
432 the tune we find
Synth waves rise and falling
Eclipsing space and time

been before
Along for the ride
I'm by your side living for
I wanna waste all my film on you
Hours on end too good to be true
If you see me spending every

Real Hitta

Plies

Real Hitta

2017

hitter
No real nigga
I'm talm 'bout like, a nigga that really got a sack though
I'm talm 'bout like bein' cuffed by the boss and not the runner

Gas Drawls

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like Jiffy-Pop (Pop)
In a instant get smoked like

turning back now this shit on smash

Influenced by the reefer but
I'm still positively speaking
Heading down to New Orleans fuck
With Spitta for a weekend

working so hard to get where I'm at
I can vision this shit, had a dream
Call me Jay Luther King
Now I woke up and I'm living this shit
Time change,

of notes
from Umeå to Des Moine
Sung by a million throats
Inviting all to join

We dance a waltz with the devil
A 3/4 imperfection
Sweat flooding down

the message
Deeply spoken

[Verse 4]
In every sunrise
There's a chance to start
Healing the wounds of an aching heart
Hand in hand
Even at a distance
Faith is

to play!

Chorus:
Count the animals, 1, 2, 3,
Sing along, come count with me,
Hop like a bunny, jump with joy,
Numbers on the farm, for every girl and boy!

Write your story start anew
Every dawn skies of blue

[Verse 4]
Learn to love live with grace
Life's a journey not a race
Find your path don't be swayed

snap

[Bridge]
Trials and tribulations, diamond pressure
Heart forged in fires, pain my professor
Every win sweeter, healed by the measure
Grit

can live the 60's dream

4AM in the streets smoking weed drinking tea
4AM in the streets smoking weed drinking tea
4AM in the streets smoking weed

With Every groan I am navigating turns
I am entering the city from below
And every image here evokes you
Everything evokes you
I associate you with

Simple as it seems
You and I can have our own 
Shade Tree American Dream 

It's hard to retain those stand by me friendships 
But we had something special

Simple as it seems
You and I can have our own 
Shade Tree American Dream 

It's hard to retain those stand by me friendships 
But we had something special

like a dream and you won't wake up
Off-White suit lookin' like butter
Shine on my skin like it's still summer
When I throw change, no you can't change me

Every time I contemplate
My my mind rewind, like this tape
Trying to get more time on my plate
What a waste chasing my old ways
What a waste chasing

dreams
Somеone's killing me, am I sane?
My life is pain and I'm stressing
Brothas be trippin'
They open fire where I rest, hopin' for death
But I'm still

I focus on uno don't play by the rules you know
Last card in my hands a wildcard means I'm destined to win long as I
Don't take more by drawing four