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They said they want to  hear my voice when it's got pain in it
So I won't mention her name
But for  now Let me start by explaining it
Let me start

by the asteroid
Killjoy to a fantastic voyage
O, blues brother, where art thou
I'm Dan Aykroyd and the band's null and void
Distorted out the noise

about one of my old flames
We got closer when I had her open
I'm not alone I'm a loner
I'm not a romantic it's hopeless
I got some goals that need

me up
Getting carried by the same ones that was just bigging me up
Riddle me this, how do I survive with pigment like this
And how I still think about

Discipline

I'm buying shit I can't afford ain't no
(Discipline)
With out no risk ain't no reward ain't no
(Discipline)
I'm pulling bitches by the fours ain't

guarantees 
I woulda never kept it going this aint like a little tease 
This a dream i had since i was barely old enough to bleed 
My voice was drowned by

Discipline

I'm buying shit I can't afford ain't no
(Discipline)
With out no risk ain't no reward ain't no
(Discipline)
I'm pulling bitches by the fours ain't

Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been

the conversation while we're having it
and walk away still babblin'
I'm with my therapist while it was happening
He said to fight it
"Aydin fight the voices in your

It started out like any other night
Four years on and it had to be tonight
And when I heard your voice ring out from afar
In that moment I wished

No - he's either a bat, or he's not a bat!
And he can't transform at the drop of a hat
And if I voice a doubt
Nor is it "batophobic" to point this out

And that's the thing about religion
You see it's not what saves 
Later I would learn that we're saved by grace through faith 
Lord I remember
That day at work

I just have so many questions, and lessons to be learned
Constantly I'm being tested by a world that took a turn
In the wrong direction, when I

the days I was broke 
And all them nights when I was cold 
And all the hearts that I have broke 
I hope they pardoned all the old 
All the shit that I

by orange moon and the
Air was so frigid you would think I was in a Frigidaire but no
No one cared until they heard the bass and snare you know
They

and y'all some peasants
Man some randoms
Getting new money and I mix it with the old
Getting new chains yeah, these some real gold
Fucking with Gunna, hoping

to speak what I've been concealing, yea
A different feeling when I hear a different tone
Like every-time I hear your voice every-time I pick up the phone

walk is all puttin' in work
Four years old, start set to a hundred
Got ten in my pocket and I'm feelin' like what?
Shoulda found out why girls saw boys

Yup I was 13 years old relly gave me the strap loaded/what am I supposed to do with this he said we ryden focus/hold up I ain't a killer he said you

you 
What this song means
Van Halen wrote it
But they don't know what it means
 
This is the story
Of a 12-year-old-boy
A 12-year-old boy
From Northwest

sliding
She was down to fuck me for some old school Prada’s
She den’ gave me brain without college
Damn
Got it from my father, I was bound to be da’ man
She

seeds 
In Hip Hop for many years
Devils coming at me 
With their careless whisper
Check the voice of the serpent 
And see how he slither
Appears

control
I’m nulling Voids
All on my own

I found my inner child
Since then my soul feels light 
I let my old self die 
Freedom’s peace of mind

Highly

passionate
I done ran up a dub on an accident
To the streets, I'm the voice, I'm an advocate
Ask the plug, this the most he done ever sent
Niggas broke,