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The signs of the angels
I'm grindin' I'm finding myself
And it will pay off you know it yourself

Old cds in the basket by the greatest in the casket
Voices

Take me back
Over the green cliffs
Where the waves crash
Where the warm voices the wind blows
Are full of laughs
Take me back
Beneath the calm swell

Play my game like the worst villain
The worst villain
So, you're sick of hearing my voice?
Singing cliches in my songs
Trash talkin' bout all them

check merit often  not corrupted by evil voices
Endless choices I chose music as my way to cope
Feeling pointless future bright but I have a lack of hope

many played as toys
We all need to rejoice
Takes one to show his voice
While the other side is poisoned
You seeking what ain't yours
Gotta work that

thinking bout this girl
Said I need you by my side you Understand that baby girl

Said I'm tryin build it up
They steady tearing down my world
Said they let

you're by him
He'll shuffle you out it's just timing
The roots of my voice were emphatic
The meaning and tone all redacted
But no matter what I'm attracted

A ghastly face appears in my vision to torture my soul
Creeping through my brain, the voices of the old gods speak my crimes
Shadow upon the faces

crowds make such a noise

Got struck by lightning
Don't think they're used to such a voice

Cameras waiting
For them to ruin another soul

They are just

Yeah
Y'all know how I like to end it
Straight bars nigga
Aye
Yeah
Skeyez
Product of my choices
Gone off the shrooms I'm hearing voices
Still praying

Into the night the old curse will be haunting your mind, shades of the past...
Prepare to fight, the danger is right by your side you'll not gonna

the dark in the room is suffocating me
Try not to think but I just can't stop
Wish the voice in my head would just shut the fuck up
Feel myself fight for

You stare through your sunglasses like the window by your bed
Pretending that you're sheltered where you stand
And the voices of all the masses that

I am so happy that it was fulfilled
So I cannot just sit and be still
For this was spoken of long ago
By the prophets of old
For unto us a child is

old songs
Cause I was tryna tell me something
Couldn't do no wrong
And now I listen to that voice in my head 
It's saying nigga take yo ass back to bed

longer withholding the hate in us

Clouds falling
The rain is silent
Loud voices
Pain is hiding from our face
This time we'll erase the crying
From

I'm dying to hear your voice
The melody of your words
The photograph in my wallet
Is getting old
The echo of your touch
So soft but so strong
Your

She loves my braggadocious-ness
My voice and shit
She looks a million dollars
And they notice it

I do not give a fuck about the women here
I do not

of her in-sync with
Guitar strings, a was a musical genius
He played in a nearby town for them believers
He was her breaker, sent by the maker
Teenage

Mother fucking bars
Only repertoire
One day I'll break charts
Cuz right from the start
I knew I'd go far by doing my part
So don't make excuses
You could

That night, slow dive, brown eyes brighter than I realized
I thought you were something I could get by
Without getting into
We talked, joked lots,

the wounds 
Just a plate of bone china and plenty of salt for the wounds 
At night there are voices 
By the old station house 
They come from an angel with

stuck in mirage
Then the heat-wave falls on me
A desert of reality
I hear the voice inside
Announcing that I have arrived
To the town held in my dreams

annoyed with each death keep poise with deep beathes
My voice is depressed avoiding sleep just
From worry and complating the chance of which one of my boys