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Freedom
Everybody act perfect on their Instagram posts
They say if you got a TikTok, yeah, you'll make it
The females with these old-ass pics

strong
Led by the stars, never wrong
Beside the glowing embers, ancient stories rise
Voices of our forebears mingling with the night
Shadows of old

God’s people sat by the river and wept
Remembering the good old days
When they lift their voices to heaven and sing
A song of wonderful praise
But

sound in a shallow bay

Latin butterfly names
Old Scottish words made no sense
To my untrained ears

Unrestrained by regular pop
It crumbles as your words

JANEL FINE ASS 
CRIB BY MONORE
THE STICK A CIG 
SOLD IT FOR 6 CUZ IT WAS OLD 
BOBBY AND WHITNEY 
TRYNA ROB ME RISKY 
SKIP THE RIGAMAROLE 
BITCHES PLAY

and smoking
Singing bold Erin go Bragh, 'til my voice is raw
With a fire water fix and my C96, I set out for old Lubbock Town
Found my woman who left

I been trappin in the game and i was 15 years old
Hella bags for some papers I have flipped, dawg
Step by step, all around
We got 50s
Now we ballin,

Life doesn't end
Cause with a dream
I know I'm gon' fly
Still gon' try
If i fail every time
Nineteen years old
But lived a hundred lives
Tears ain't

True/ I was just a young, lost seeker then when I met you
Down by the dusty Spanish trees/ solemn-looking like catholic priests
Cola and rum in

Watching the time go by, can’t wait to be a bigger person
Look at my fingers fly, can you tell me where I’m going?
Is there a reason why, so many

hear the voice of my brother
When I've been feeling far from my Brother, I'll strum the old guitar of my Brother's
And I'll say Brother,
Man I miss you,

wait the sunrise I hear your voice;

"I am a thousand wind that blow,
I am the diamond dint on the snow,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you awaken in

fucking feel me
I don't even know the fucking real me
Believe me

My old girl told me that
I love to drink to much
You know I'm screaming fuck em'
And my

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

the leaves?

I just didn't know how to speak through to you 
It was like you decided to drown out my voice until I just left
We lived in a winter house taken by

like the old pistons

Niggas need to talk loud just to voice their opinion
My niggas pull up and have to change your image
We don't do no drive-bys, we

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

If I only had the voice
To call as loud as you to me
I'd say hello and thank you for stopping by

There's so many stories to tell

John standing by the Jordan
He looked up and to his surprise
He saw the Lord come a walking towards him
He was coming to be baptized

He said Lord

the ozone
You better watch your voice before you talk, before you go home
She like 99 yeah she scream, that's an old moan
I ain't even gonna lie bro, this is

Because why you have classes with me now
Cuz you don't know how to listen
To your fucking teacher
Cuz you're such a baby
Talking in the baby voice
You

Azathoth's Lullaby ceases, the old gods will be released from their prison
As their voice, I will hasten their spread into the modern world through that which

out of shape
Tortured by hopes the other prayed

You’ll plagiarize
Your old disguise
And use their voice before it fades

Ruin value, leave your cracks

you better than
Definite spitting more than speech impediments
If I give you my word then I'm like the reverend
They threw the book at my dawg
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