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porcelain mannequins 
Not important before, now im scoring by accident

I swear to death I air the deck when I pop off Nair your chest bare to your breast in

parents don't want that no no
I try to work on this music bro
All I do is try to make them happy
But I don't see them receiving it sadly

I don't know, oh I

the pouring rain
And lost all my money in a poker game
I liked skinny dippin' by a full moon light
And keg parties on a Friday night 
I've come a long way
From

If I left a postcard I hope that you care 
For most of my failures I'm not even there 
Wrap my head round the thought of being alone 
In the end it's

As the people pass by clueless
Give anything
Just to feel okay
Sell my soul
For a hit that would ease the pain
Breathe deep in the sorrow
And my conscience slips

and you probably noticed I ain't perfect
Been fighting lust since I was half my height, just know that it's worth it
Rather be in a fight, than have

to the bigger picture
Kap will rise for ya
And imma shine for ya
Go cross that line for ya
No need to sign unless it's zeros by that line for us
They all in line

work talk
You niggaz popping bottles, let’s have a glass talk
Quit claiming U on d high U know U not that tall 
Wo n pemi butter wo n judge by ma pink

In my mind I go "let me try to keep it moderate, by why keep it moderate, I got the lines to murder it?"
I got rhyme for days, comes natural, I don't

Yea
Conversations with hope
Man my life is a mess
I've been going around in circles
I've been flirting with death
Been a minute since we spoke
But

see all your info 
Nigga had a chance he just had to limbo 
Doing it for your partner ratted out by kenfolk 
No perfect world we just all winging it

I introduce me, a part of being a King
I don't like the robes, I like my time that's it 
Crowns on heads, loafers on my feet 
I prefer to chill, self

the truth?
Bitch hotter than a blonde at a pep rally
Always think that it's okay, until your caught put in dismay
Living carefree, minus all the paranoia
Shame

The iron in our body comes from dying stars

So I breathe life into the face
Of everybody that i meet,
Learn their story by telling mine

You know your heart

(Verse 1: DxC)
Started out so damn cool 
Every night meeting up touching you by the pool
Never talked about the day coming up soon
Gotta make it

I'm mad
I'm this I'm that
Not sad high livin' on gas
Blunt cashed I'm trashed
All facts I'm passed
Up next no flex
Talk down get left
I'm good by myself

Cracking jokes bout death because I find that shit hilarious
I'm your big brother, flexing undercover
Living on the edge and fucking hoes without a rubber

Cause I'm about to take a hit
Inhaling the breath and wits of all contestants and adolescents
Torturing with mind bending verses that work like flame

That's what I'd do normally
Fuck authority
No respect for minority
All about the majority
Tell me how that work morally
But you know how to make me feel

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Thrown in cages
Told their is nothing but work and death

Eyes that
See this world for what it is
A fucking mystery
Wrapped in the bad decisions

a Ford Explorer
Going 80 like it's
Straight excellence
Bitch
Like you got fired
And you finally got that severance
Like
You enlightened by these messages

that nothing else matters if you can't make it home for dinner
Me, had to get out
I had nowhere to go
So I took a flight down to Nepal
Plane landed and I

alive
But still deprived
They want us dead but at work
So we look to the divine
When we killed by 12
My skin is a curfew
My flesh is a virtue
I grew from

Bitch, I'm fresh to death, I'm Undertaker out the casket
Now I'm tatted up with a sniper like Stephen Jackson
Now I'm drippin' in ink, it's like a pen that